Monday, June 21, 2010

day one.

Today is the first Monday of Summer Break, and in celebration, I'm blogging. My intention is to blog everyday for the rest of summer, and to keep the topics somewhat entertaining, I'll try something new each day. I'm not sure what this holds for me, but I do know that it's going to be interesting. So, without further ado, today's tale.
Exercising my new found freedoms in both driving and summer, I decided to try a car wash. My car was gross from a window marker massacre. Instead of being frugal and wiping it off, I drove to the car wash. First of all, let's just clarify that it might be one of the most intimidating experiences for a new driver. I tried to turn around when I realized there wasn't a machine to take my credit card. Unfortunately, the car wash seemed to be the hopping place to be, and a line began to form behind me, blocking me in and forcing me to go through with the car wash. I had to actually talk to the poor guy who worked there, give him my card, and allow him to pressure wash my car with a bizarre soap and water mixture. In what seemed like a strange driving test, I had to position my left tires into a track that would allow the car wash to control my car. Another bizarre sensation. With my car in neutral, no brakes allowed, I was completely at the mercy of the machine.
The experience continued to worsen as I "drove" through the car wash. The noodle-like sponges pounded my car, the soap and water continued to rain down, and I could only sit, helplessly. This carried on for a solid minute, giving me plenty of time to exercise my screaming capabilities. The minivan and I got to the end of the wash, experienced a thorough blow-out, and then had to travel through one more awkward situation. Two workers armed with towels were waiting eagerly for me and attacked my car like my dog attacks a Ritz cracker. They worked at my window, sending hopeful glances my way. I assumed this meant they wanted some sort of tip, but I didn't know if that was commonplace. Nevertheless, I tipped them quickly and got out of there.
Not such a fun experience, but at least my car's clean.

2 comments:

  1. haha "window marker massacre"
    and you were screaming?? i can't wait to see what you do for the rest of the summer ;)

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  2. p.s. taking credit for the witty, clever, and original title of your blog! you're welcome

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