Last night, returning from a rousing visit to Home Depot, where I returned the rug I bought for the second time, I went through the car wash. Now, as a veteran of at least 3 or 4 car washes in my life, I was somewhat prepared for the experience. After being informed that the prices listed were only with the purchase of fuel, and not wanting to shell out an extra two bucks, I bought roughly 60 litres of gas at 108.9, recieved my ticket number, and drove up to the window outside the car wash. I had pulled up about four feet too far away from the machine, and leant out the window for all I was worth.
Relieved at having got the number right, I eased the car into the mammoth "laser-guided" washer, and stopped at the exact right spot. With a mechanical squelch, the water jets turned on with a vengeance; I thought it would be a good idea to close my window, and luckily enough I got it shut before the water had completely soaked the dashboard. The sign which informed me, with aid of flashing lights, what step of the wash I was on was quickly obscured by the suds. The maelstrom outside the car continued for some minutes, as I thought "this is much better than a movie."
Finally, after what seemed like minutes, the "Thank you" sign lit up and I was out, flushed with success and squeaky clean. It had gone pretty well, I thought to myself as the gas tank lid fluttered, unscrewed, behind me.
3 comments:
I could probably dedicate an entire blog to the embarassments I've had at gas stations. There are just so many things to think about. Like, what side the tank's on, getting close enough so that the 2m long hose can reach, don't squeeze too hard because it will stop pouring, don't start squeezing until the nozzle is IN the gas tank... etc, etc. I really think they ask too much of us no?
a blog dedicated to gas station embarassments sounds quite do-able, there seems to be people willing to write about anything; in fact, I think the internet and its games have taught us a valuable lesson, that no matter what the subject, there is someone out there who is willing to dedicate their thoughts, hopes, dreams, and ambitions to it, regardless of its absolute uselessivity.
is Trout Fishing actually a person/personified book or do you think it's just the cumulative events and people and objects that equal trout fishing in America?
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