No matter where we live, we encounter oddities and eccentricities unique to our culture. We shake our heads, smile or shudder, and think to ourselves “only in [place name].” Here is something I witnessed recently, which definitely fits the bill.
It was a sunny, Friday afternoon. I was on my way home from work and had stopped to get gas. As I stood beside my truck waiting for the fill-up to finish, I was looking around at the other patrons. Now I should point out that although the day was fairly warm, it had snowed the Wednesday before. Vehicles, mine included, were filthy from the melting snow and ice. It was perfectly reasonable that a person would want to clean their windshield.
One particular gentleman was washing his windshield with the gas station-provided squeegee. You know the type: a foam pad on one side and a squeegee on the other. You dunk the squeegee in the bucket of cleaning solution, scrub your windshield with the foam side, and use the squeegee side to dry it. Personally, I rarely use the gas station-provided squeegees. Not only are they almost always in sorry condition, but the cleaning solution is usually filthy.
Anyway, this gentleman was washing the windshield of his car. He finished the passenger side of the windshield and returned to the bucket to re-wet the squeegee. Ah, he’s going to do the driver side of the windshield next, I thought to myself. Instead, he walks back to the passenger side of his car and sticks the dripping squeegee through the open passenger window to the inside of the car where he proceeds to clean the windshield: the inside of the windshield! He was totally oblivious to the fact that the dirty water was dripping onto his seats and onto the dashboard. He finished, returned the squeegee to its holder, hopped into his car, and drove off.
In all my years, I have never seen anyone clean the inside of their windshield with a squeegee, let alone a filthy one! As he drove off, I shuddered and thought to myself, “only in New Mexico.”