Hmmm. I’ll keep this brief, I think. I’m a proverbial ‘do-it-yourself” kind of person. I love to take on the challenge of piddling with something that needs repair before taking it in for service. I have a stick-to-it-ness that with hours and hours of tinkering eventually resolves the problem. But recently I had one of those moments where I had to wonder why? And on pondering, realized the answer. Recently while driving down the street a very rare shower popped up and I turned on my wipers. It was apparent that I needed to add it to my list as I headed to my favorite big-box store. I went into the manly-man’s automotive section and stood with all the other people trying to figure out what it was they actually needed to buy. I was pleased to see on staring at the many packages of wiper blades that there was a little computerized box that led me to the exact sized replacement blades for my vehicle. I tossed, what I thought was what I needed into the basket and ventured back to shopping in my comfort zone. A few days later I thought I’d take a break from writing and take a few minutes to put the new blades on. I remembered having done this task before and wasn’t too intimidated by the task at hand. I glanced at the odd instructions on the back of the package and proceeded to remove the wiper blades while greeted by a sealed package of screws and only one blade. My first reaction, was like most novices, why put only one blade per package? After all, I did pay for two! Ho hum, obviously this meant another trip back to my favorite store. But I soon remembered it’s only my favorite store when I’m in the mood for a store. So I tossed this project aside and spent too much of the rest of the day taming the sense of urgency to write about this unexpected waste of precious time. After going online to query my dilemma, I soon realized the error in judgment. What I should have bought was a package of refill blades; the familiar kind that simply slide off the mounted blades and are easily replaced within seconds.  What I did purchase was a single windshield wiper blade; which left my creative mind wondering why one would have to replace such a permanent object? And, so as to not further waste anymore precious time on such a simple task, I chose to cast these thoughts to the wind. I said I'd keep this brief; but one last word to the wise before I go; the next time you decide to take on an unusual task, don’t be so certain, that you fail to stand in the aisle long enough to read the fine print or bother to asking a salesperson for assistance.