Comin' Clean

It started when I wanted to vacuum my car out before my first day of work. It's needed it for a while, and I just wanted to try to get all my ducks in a row.

I figured the car wash at the gas station where I was going to fill up my tank would have one of those big vacuuming machines.

No such luck, but fortunately our apartment complex had a couple. Unfortunately, I burned a dollar discovering neither of them worked.

After trying out the Grub Mart (neither of which vacuums worked) and the three-minute express car wash (which was closed on Sundays), I finally bit the bullet. I paid $7 to the Goo Goo Car Wash for unlimited washing and vacuuming.

I really had no intention to wash my car today, although it certainly needed it. But I wasn't about to pay $7 for just vacuuming, no matter how unlimited it was.

I've never washed my car before, myself. So it was sure to be an adventure. Thankfully the wash station had simple, straightforward directions to getting your car squeaky clean.

I've gotta say ... there's something strangely satisfying about washing a car. I pre-rinsed, I sudsed, I foam brushed, I power rinsed. It was fantastic. I probably could have done a better job, but I felt pretty good about it. In fact, I enjoyed it so much that after vacuuming out the entire car, I decided to go wash it again.

Hey, it was unlimited.

So I probably didn't know the best job ever, but I'm fairly certain the car was cleaner than I was by the time it was all over—chalk it up to the wind blowing the sudsy foam back in my face or the humidity making me nearly as wet as the sprayer was making the car.

But I got it done. And I'm fairly sure I did better than these guys:

Have a happy week!