A hot summer day is a perfect time to go to the car wash.
When my car is shiny clean, I'm happy.
So one recent day, as temps hovered in the high 80s, I drove to my favorite car wash.
First, a box behind a metal bar gobbled up five and one dollar bills.
An automated voice came out of the box, asking if I wanted to upgrade. No, I just wanted the cheapie $6 wash. Good enough for me.
Once I paid, the bar in front of the car lifted up and I drove to the building where the car wash is located.
An attendant washed the back of my car with a kind of sponge mop.
He was the only human who is part of the car wash operation.
Everything else was done automatically by machine.
I shifted the car into neutral and it moved forward on automated tracks.
The car passed through a separated blue rubbery partition. It was just like entering the twilight zone.
Water poured down from both sides and above, making visibility impossible.
Then, long tentacle-like rubber strips whacked the surface of the car, scrubbing it clean.
Soap and water poured down over my "baby." Bye bye birdie poo.
It is sort of scary. The rubbery tentacles look like parts of a big, wet monster.
Then water sprayed the car, washing off the soapy residue.
The invisible force propelled the car forward. Trees ahead could be clearly seen.
A final blast of air semi-dried the shiny, newly cleaned car.
Here is one more thing for the gratitude journal tonight-----car wash.
DO YOU TAKE YOUR CAR TO A CAR WASH OPERATION OR DO IT YOURSELF? (OR WAIT FOR RAIN?)