Stupid Scientologists.
Had a big dump truck full of gunk ahead of me yesterday on the way home which sprayed the GTI with stuff the wipers just couldn't get off. This morning before I left for work, I grabbed some Windex and the only bits of newspaper I could find in the recycling bin which just happened to be this stupid mailing from the whack-job Scientologists trying to sell Dianetics by disguising Hubbard's pabulum as "novels" worthy of reading.
Hence why it was in the recycling bin, although I'm not sure paper is worth anything once it's been infected with that kind of crap.
Apparently, it wasn't sufficient enough quality to help get the smudges off my windshield. It DID, however, manage to put two fabulously clear, hairline scratches on my windshield that, of course, are right where my eyes are when driving {Insert your own string of profanities here. I used all mine up this morning when I noticed them}.
Gonna have to attempt to polish them out, otherwise I'll be required to have an "accident" that involves an errant ball peen hammer which results in a new windshield...
Speaking of car stuff, did you know buying 4 new, decent quality tires for a Jeep Liberty instead of the cheap ones that keep blowing out on you can ruin 3 to 4 Christmases in a row?