We had painters here for a couple of months and they finally finished up this past Friday. They were all nice guys, overly polite and fantastic workers, but enough was enough, we need our building back. I wrote about it here, how it was like having a film crew on top of us all the time.
I would get them coffee and doughnuts and stuff a few times a week, so would other neighbors here at the condo. To thank me, they washed my car on the last day they were here. And it needed it.
I had to laugh because this is not the first time this has happened. Over the years, people have washed my car because it’s always dirty.
I used to go often to a car wash I liked, but it closed and I just never seem to bring it anywhere else to get washed. This guy Jerry comes by the building once in awhile and washes the cars and that’s great. And the best part about bringing the car to the dealership, is that they wash the car before they return it after servicing it.
One time I was sort of rushing them to complete the job and my service writer asked, “Do you want the car washed? That’s what’s holding it up?” And of course I wanted it washed. “Yes!” I shouted. “I’ll wait!”
When I first moved to where I live now many years ago, a neighbor who lived here washed his car all the time. I think he found it relaxing. The day I moved in he was washing his car and he was always do it. He parked right next to me, so I would always notice him washing the car.
One day, he asked me, “Did you notice how clean your car is?” I responded, “Yes, what about it?”
He responded, “I’ve been washing your car. It was so filthy I couldn’t stand it.” He used those exact words.
I was shocked. He asked, “Didn’t you notice?” I said, “Yes, but I thought it was the rain. Whenever I drove in the rain, I thought the rain was ‘washing it.’ “
I don’t think he liked that because he never washed my car again.
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