Car Wash

Feeling pretty beat up by life lately.

Drove through the car wash yesterday to get 1000 miles worth of Michigan/Southern Ontario/upstate New York salt/slush/snow/mysterious black crap off of my shiny white Prius. It was a sublimely meditative moment; one I would have liked to have lasted for a few minutes longer.

Think about it — we need one of these! Every once in a while a little run through the sprayers and the scrubbers and all of the years of accumulated crap just disappear — family baggage, old/bad/wrong marriage baggage, inadequate parent baggage, professional disappointment baggage. And maybe a coat of perma-coat-wax seal to ward off future besmirchings. A bargain at any price.

P.S. Topic for another day: Why, when I search Google images for a picture of a “car wash” do I get, predominantly, pictures of scantily-clad woman draped over well-soaped sports cars? Get over it already!

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