It was sprinkling on our way home from grocery shopping. Every few
seconds, Austin would flip his windshield wipers.
Me: Are your headlights on?
Austin: No.
Me: If your wipers are on, your headlights should be on.
Austin: There aren’t any cops around. It’s barely raining.
The clouds open up and start dumping rain on us.
Austin, flipping on the headlights: God’s on your side.
Me: That’s right.
Me: Are your headlights on?
Austin: No.
Me: If your wipers are on, your headlights should be on.
Austin: There aren’t any cops around. It’s barely raining.
The clouds open up and start dumping rain on us.
Austin, flipping on the headlights: God’s on your side.
Me: That’s right.
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