One morning last winter, I got in the car and turned on the windshield wipers when they were frozen tight to the glass. Which glitched the little motor on one side, so now the wiper arms are cattywompus, moving out of sync. After several minutes of wild waving, they get jammed together, then I have to pull over, step out in the rain and free them.
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