I just took advantage of the Brisbane show holiday to head out and fill my car up with petrol. I'm not actually going anywhere in the car. The jaunt out for petrol was my excursion for the day. That's right folks, I'm making the most of my day off.

On my way back to the car from the cashier I noticed an old geezer at the pump next to me using a squeegee to clean his windshield. This caused me to think of the last time water touched my own windshield - about 18 months I reckon, about the last time it rained here.

I figured the old guy was onto a good thing, and I decided to wait for my turn at the squeegee. I managed to mill around the door of my car for thirty seconds or so, pretending to check my tyres, the bird crap that's welded itself into my paintwork, that kind of thing, while in essence I was waiting to hear the plunk of the windshield squeegee being returned to its bucket by the geezer.

Problem is, that didn't happen.

Eventually I gave up and just hopped in my car. The windshield could wait. As I took off, I glanced over at the geezer and realised why I never heard the plunk. He was busily thrusting away with the squeegee on his bonnet. That's right, the old guy was washing his entire car with a windshield squeegee.

Now I know the water crisis is bad. This is probably good thinking on his part. But I can't help but feel things have gotten to a pretty bad state when people are reduced to washing their cars with windshield squeegees at the servo. What's next for this guy? Stripping off stark naked and squeegeeing down his wrinkled carcass to save water from showering?

Let's hope not.

Posted by Bonestorm on Wednesday, August 16, 2006 at 10:26 AM | Permalink