Carwash

"Working at the carwash..."

Go on, hum a few bars of it, you know you want to.

The carwash is a magical place, full of fun and frivolity.

Many a family vacation would arrive and we'd get done driving 18 hours and go to breakfast and then fill up the van and get a car wash.

I remember a couple of times being the "co-pilot" and getting gas really late while everyone else was still sleeping and dad would go through the carwash just for me.

Well, it was probably because he couldn't see through all the dead bugs on the windshield, but I like to live in my own little world where the carwash was all for me.

The new "touchless" facilities are okay and they are definitely still a place of wonder, awe, and excitement.

Still, give me an "old" carwash with the rollers and the brushes and the high-powered dryer and "Dad, puhleeeez get the wax?!!!"

It's great when you are in a van and can wander to the side windows and the back and watch the whole process and you don't miss a thing!

Seriously though, small car, big car, even a pickup truck--you need it washed, give me a call, I'll go along for the ride.

I'll even help wipe evertyhing down afterward, but only if you spring the extra for the wax...