Last week, after the third major snowstorm in the last few weeks, my car’s windshield washer pump quit. I refilled the tank, but it didn’t do any good — no spray. I muddled along, waiting to get the time to get it fixed. In the meantime, I tried it occasionally to see if it would spontaneously fix itself.
A couple days later, I noticed that when I trying them, I could hear the pump struggling. There was hope! I got out of the car, cleared and fussed with the nozzle, crossed my fingers, reached in the window and hit the washer function again.
I was rewarded with a spray of cleaner across my windshield — and a bit of overspray right into my face.
Apparently, some ice had clogged up the nozzle, but the repeated attempts and changing temperatures had cleared it.
Although I saved the money of an unnecessary repair, I have to wonder if it would’ve been worth the blow to my dignity and pride to take it to a mechanic and let him get the faceful…