AUTOMATIC WIFE WASH
Z. is a fanatic about keeping our vehicles clean. We have a fairly late model Cadillac, A 1989 Mercedes Benz, and a 6 year old pickup truck. All three are spotless inside and out.
I would wager over the past 21 years, more has been spent on keeping the 1989 car clean than it cost new. It has seldom been out in the rain and would not recognize snow or the salt used here in Ohio to make our roads safe for winter travel. Our kids have always referred to it as " garage furniture ."
I hide whenever an errand running foray includes a trip to the dreaded car wash, mainly because of the length of time spent drying the anointed vehicle of the day.
Today I was tricked into going along. We went to run errands and Z. casually and , I am certain with malice aforethought , says " As long as we are up here, we might as well get the car washed. "
I grudgingly agreed after extorting a visit to the nearby Mc Donalds for a large sweet tea.
I am sipping my tea and quite content as we approach all the squirting water , flying soap and whirling brushes. Z. lines the tires up carefully with the track which will drag us through this tunnel of CLEAN and away we go.
I am just settling in and resigning myself to the 20 minute hand dry with towels which is de-riguer at the other end when I first feel the water. Water, soap and the slapping upside the head with the SOMEWHAT flexible brushes.
Seems Z. forgot to move the side mirrors in and in his haste to correct this oversight, he hits the button which rolls down the passenger side window. Rolls it ALL THE WAY DOWN. In his defense, he was wearing sunglasses which made it hard to tell one button from another.
I immediately splutter " Roll up the window!!! " Well maybe I said a few other words first. Let's just say neither of us hit the button as quickly as one would think.
My entire right side was soaking wet , as was much of the car's interior. As soon as we emerge into daylight, Z. leaps out and grabs his trusty towel and begins to dry the car. I shriek in my outdoor voice " Give me the #@%&$* towel. "
Z. realizes he has left his beloved drenched ( not to mention his cell phone ) and begins to attempt to dry me off . I yank ummm take the towel from him , finish drying me as well as much of the interior of the car.
The ritual 20 minute DRYING OF THE VEHICLE then ensues, while I call my sister. Don't we all have a go to person who will laugh with or at us and make it all better ? We laughed until we were both almost in tears. Gotta love sisters... gotta love a man who provides GREAT BLOG FODDER!
I am clean. The next time I see a carwash I'll just curl into the fetal position and hum to myself .
NAMASTE Kristi
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ReplyDeleteI always wondered if it would be dangerous to a person if someone for to close the windows. I'm glad that it is not and that you are okay. Also glad you are able to laugh about it now...
OMG, Charlie has PURCHASED all the equipment required for a perfect detailing job, including motorized buffers, special soaps and waxes, and all types of cloths! He spends hours doing HIS car, but he never does mine. Oh, and by the way, did I mention that he drives a PT CRUISER? molly
ReplyDeleteLaughing so hard at this story. Of the two of us,I would be the one more likely to not close a window and the one mostly likely to burst out laughing.
ReplyDeleteThank goodness he got the car dried off! Oh, uh, and you, too. ;o)
ReplyDeleteSo funny. I too have a guy who spends a lot of time on his car. I think mine would be upset about getting the inside of the car wet. By the way, my guy would have had his sunglasses on too. Although I am sure it's not that sunny inside the car wash.
ReplyDeleteI only wish my husband cleaned my car out once. Let me think..... nope never happens. Ever. I could feed a small country with all the fries that have been dropped between the seats. Gotta admit rolling down the windows during the was is pretty funny.
ReplyDeleteGotta love a man who provides for his wife.
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