Anecdote from the weekend.
Stopping at a small town stop-n-shop for a fillup, deep in the heart of Texas, I notice that the supplied washer basin smells terrible.
I: Excuse me, but your washer fluid smells like something’s died in there. It may need to be cleaned out.
Clerk: Nope, it’s fresh. Windex and cow piss. Cuts through bugs like nuthin’.
I: Aaauuuhmmmwhat? [pause, double-take] Sure that won’t eat into the paint?
Clerk: [glances at my vehicle] You’s one of them New Mexcans?
Given the current state of immigrant reform, I made a precipitate but polite exit. It did “cut through bugs like nuthin’”, however. Double ammonia, I’d say, given the funk.
Addition: A little further down the road, about a hundred miles (pocket change, in Texas distances).
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