Carwash

It is the little things that make us laugh the most sometimes. Today while coming home from breakfast with my mom, we stopped at Walmart then we headed home, but she wanted to take Christine through the car wash. An astute reader will notice that I called her car Christine and a wise reader might question naming a car after a homicidal car from a Stephen King book. If you want to know why we did that, head on over to my mothers blog called: All My Mother's Fault.

So we pulled behind the library and headed toward the car wash. "I wish you were driving," mom said as we got to the entrance.

"Well pull over and let's switch," I said. It was an easy fix. But as she slowed down, I looked behind us and saw a car pulling into the wash as well. "Pull into a parking spot, there is a car behind us."

Instead of pulling in she decided to go up to the car wash. "Please select a wash. Please insert money." The machine told us. After a few minutes of fighting with the payment method of putting a credit card into the reader and pulling it out, she opened the door to get a better reach. Eventually she managed to get the card into the slot and get the reader to read it. To be fair, even I had a hard time getting the reader to read the card when I washed my car.

After the bout with the machine and managing to emerge victorious, we rolled up the windows and pulled into the wash. The sprayers started, at first it was OK, but then I noticed a splash on the dash, then a drip by the door. Then hell broke loose as the brushes got near the door. Water spraying everywhere, soap sudsing the dash, mom's clothes were wet like she had pulled them out of the wash. I started laughing. She started screaming. I laughed more.

I looked over at the wet carnage of soap and water and said, in a gentle and calm voice, "You should shut the door."

With a bit of a scream and more water pouring in, she pulled the door closed and the water stopped coming in. Instantly a stream of curse words poured forth like that would make even the toughest sailor blush. I think it could have even sent C'thulhu scrambling into the depths to slumber once again. I laughed some more and she looked at me and sent a few curse words toward me. Which made me laugh more.

After the wash, we began to pull out, letting the driers blow some of the water off the car. I suggested that we open the doors and let them dry the inside as well. I only received a glare that told me to shut up. We headed home and half way around the circle in the center of town, She burst into laughter. I followed suit. It was very funny to see the water dump on her, and only fitting because it happened to me in one of her other cars and she was laughing hysterically while also complaining about the water in her car. It was like the cosmos was granting me vengeance years later.

She may argue some of the points, like being able to scare an old god back into his slumber, but I will remain steadfast in my side of things. I do sometimes wonder though, was it Christine that caused this to happen. I hope she remembers that she likes me.


On a more personal note, thank you for a year of fun blogging and have a happy 2014!