This morning, I was having a lovely dream, and suddenly, I awoke with a start.
Yep, forgot to set my alarm and woke up ten minutes before I had to leave for work.
Have the chickaroo this week, and yesterday morning she almost made me late with a full blown meltdown that woke everyone in the house and totally exasperated me.
But I stayed strangely calm. Cut a few corners, grateful I'd laid out everything from clothes, to vitamins to making my lunch the night before.
Asked my roomie if he could please, please, pretty please with sugar on top start my car while standing at the bottom of the stairs pulling on jeans. (No he couldn't see me)
A mere 20 minutes after I woke with a start, I was on the highway, having already dropped Ava off.
Damn I'm good.
Roads uncommonly slick after freezing rain, but I wasn't in a rush. Made it to work on time.
My roomie had mentioned after he started my car that it was knocking and wondered if I had oil in it, or when I had an oil change last....
Been... *chews on a nail* a bit. And I put at least a 100 miles on every working day. Not good.
*chastizes self* Bad car owner!
So right off the bat, Zack, my client, and I decide to go get us an oil change. Guy was quick. Zack waited like a champ, watching the dude like a hawk, like he was supervising. It was cute.
As I paid for the service, I'm handed a free car wash token for a free top of the line drive thru wash and wax.
I look at my dirty beyond belief car, and ask if this is a pity wash.
The guy actually laughs, and says it's standard perk with the oil change.
I ignore that and pretend I got something special and free, which never fails to make me super happy.
We head to the park, drive around a bit, then head out for our special super duper deluxe car wash! I'm stoked, and Zack thinks car washes are the 8th wonder of the world.
. So he's already clapping.
Ah, we put in the token, drive up perfectly to the conveyer. I sign off talking to the man of my dreams, and put my phone in the visor and sit back to enjoy the car wash.
It was... Shall we say, an experience I shall not soon forget.
Light mist of water.
Nice smelling presoak. Oranges and mangos it seems. *deep breath* This is like a sensory experience...
High pressure rinse.
My drivers side window doesn't *wince* quite roll up alllll the way, shall we say. Maybe a centimeter of sky I can see.
I expected a drip or two, like when it rains hard.
But I didn't expect the sudden FLOOD that descended on me.
Locked in my seatbelt like a good responsible driver, I couldn't move. : eek:
It was like a dream, my shirt, my hair, my jeans, my left shoe, my coat that I'm sitting on because I didn't wish to wear it.
Soaked. Not damp. Puddles. Drenched.
Freaking cold as hell!
And that rinse seemed to last a full minute.
I know I shrieked like a girl and tried to block the torrent of water with my hands. My client sat shocked in the back seat.
The rest of the wash was a haze. Except for the final rinse, which sent another river of water, and Zack is safe and dry in the back seat laughing so hard he has tears streaming down his face.
Glad I could amuse him to no end.
Finally, a wax that again smells like orangy mango deliciousness, and the sign flashes a happy face thanking me and asking me to "please, come back soon!".
I drive thru the dryers, wondering aimlessly if I should roll down the window so I could dry off too, but decide against it. I was firmly reminded in the beginning not to have windows open!
Irony at its finest.
I finished my *ahem* "experience" a little shell shocked, parking for a moment assessing what had just happened.
Zack is still giggling.
I look at him.
"You thought that was funny, eh?" I remark sardonically.
Now Zack is mostly non-verbal, but he says and signs "YyyyyESsssss!", with the hugest smile I've ever seen on his face.
And I can't help but laugh imagining how pitiful I must have seemed trying to divert the water with my hands.
I laugh and laugh, he joins in.
Finally, I sigh, noticing my shoe is actually squishing water as I flex it. "No more car washes!"
I state firmly as I start up the car, noting my phone is safe and dry in my visor thank God!
Zack touches my shoulder.
"Awwwwwwwww" he pouts.
And I laugh again.
Sometimes life is just plain funny.
But Scarlet (my car) looks fabulous!