Steve Caouette is easily one of my best friends. He and I have a weird thing going. (not like that) Whenever we travel, weird things happen, in a really good way. Well, most of the time.

Snow was in the forecast one night, and he and I were driving down to Fanueil Hall in Boston play at the Comedy Connection that night. Unbeknownst to us, his windshield wipers decided that they were tired, and they didn’t feel like working. Somehow, neither of us did the math, or even considered the worst, and we went on with it. We did the gig, chowed on the killer food down there, and exited to his car. We were now faced with two BIG problems.

1. We forgot where we parked the car.

2. It was snowing like hell.

After what seemed like an hour we found his car. Phew. Now, the journey home. We’re flying across the Tobin bridge, I’m hanging out the window, manually pushing the wipers back and forth. We’re both laughing at ourselves, because not for a second did we question not going to the Golden Banana for amateur night. There is a plethora of beauty, plenty of young women just waiting to be discovered. Plus, there’s no cover charge.

The roads sucked, we’re sliding all over the place as we pulled into the banana. We went in had a beer and left. Somehow Steve was convinced he could take shoelaces, tie them to each wiper, he’d pull one side, I’d pull the other. What a French bastard.

Much to my surprise, his idea worked. He was grinning the whole way home, like he had fixed his wipers. What a French bastard. We did nothing but laugh at what a couple of idiots we must of looked like to all the well to-do’s on 95 that night.