You know what’s crazy? I’ll tell you what’s crazy.™
The simple things in life.
Like driving through a car wash.
I finally cleansed my car today.
That sounds like a so what story doesn’t it? But for me it was sort of a cool moment. After months of who cares, and I’ll get to that manana, I decided to act.
The moment came when I lifted the hatch back and bumped into the rear door. A highway full of road grime expectorated onto my crotch.
It’s as if I was slimed by a skunk eating Exlax.
“Damn”
So I pull the little SUV into the car wash. The white car looks like it has been showered by sea gulls eating ransid squid soufle.
The conveyor grabs my tires and begins to inhale me into this soapy cavern of claustrophobia. I hear the buzz of engines and jets and suddenly my front windshield is awash with liquid and soap and the gyration of a thousand sham wows.
The brushes are swirling, banging against the glass. The terry cloth strips are rythmically pulsing back and forth, dancing across the soapy glass like a sexy burlesue starring Mr. Clean.
I watch the antenna bend and bow and wonder if it is going to survive this 60 second guantlet of suds.
From soapy froth to cleansing squirt.
Then the 747 powered jet blower squeegie’s the glass dry.
And just like that, it’s over. I’m on the other side.
I get out of my car and smile. The sun is shining. The sky is blue.
The car is clean. For the first time in a long time, it sparkles like something out of a brochure. It’s a simple thing. Sometimes the best things in life are simple.
I get back in the car and turn onto the road.
I imagine a world wear a hatch back is a mechanism that keeps items from spilling onto the interstate.
I spy some rain clouds in the sky. I wonder how long it will be before the oily grim from the Spanish Inquisition returns.
Who cares. Today the hatchback is half full.
The simple things in life.
And that is crazy.