Well, that and I was doing it to spite my dad, who PROMISED to get Smokey detailed in the fall of '08 after a huge lovebug insurgence (for those of you who don't know, lovebugs are the spawn of Satan and ruin your clearcoat). After promising to do this, he never did. So, for over a year, I have bugged him and bugged him to do it, but he always told me to do it myself. So I didn't take Smokey to wash in order to spite my dad.
Poor little fella. He's the only one who really lost.
So I took him to Quick Quack car wash yesterday and bought him the BEST wash they had to offer. Then, as the track was pulling us through, I thoroughly cleaned out the interior and gathered up years worth of garbage to throw away. After all that, he looked like new again and put on a happy face yes, my car smiles. He even revved his engine a little more at a passing Camaro, but I don't know if she noticed. Fortunately, Smokey didn't seem to mind. His ego was inflated past the point of defeat.
This morning, it rained.
Now he's pissed at me. Smokey, I did NOT know it was gonna rain and mess up your wash! I will take you back on Monday and get the free one. Just don't growl at me!
I know I'm a bit weird about my car. Almost like a guy. But I do love the little fella. He's a super bishie and always listens to me. Considering that when we lived in Livingston, I had to drive an hour every day to get anywhere, Smokey and I spent a LOT of time together. He was almost like a boyfriend, but better since he would listen. It's nice to be working again and spending time with him.
I will take him to be washed every week so he stays happy.
Sumimasen!
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