I'm not the only person driving around in a older-model vehicle. I accept that there are certain concerns faced by all aficionados of the vintage automobile. Funny, though, I seem to be the only such motorist who, when it's raining, must operate my 1965 vehicle with a squeegee in my f*cking right hand, to swipe away at the constantly-amassing fog on the inside of the windshield. With both windows down, no less. Even then it's like driving with Vaseline in my eyes. No one else has to do this. And no one else shares my opinion that it's not funny.