Last night we had a car wash at the Phillips 66.
We drove in until the red light came on. Suds formed a lace over the windshield and windows. I could only see out through the tiny holes between the white. I wonder if it was like being in a cocoon. Quiet.
Then, the mops began their laps. Swirling vivid purple strands. Swooshing. Slapping. The lacey sud cocoon was gone. Now I was inside a giant purple afro.
The rinse was next and it covered us like a torrent. We were inside a blur. I smiled at David. I should have snuck a kiss.
The green light came on. A sign told us to drive slowly, and, as we did, moving air forced the drops of water off the car. We turned onto Chapman Highway with a fresh ride and sudsy, purple, happy minds.
It's been years since I sat in my car as it went through a wash...Posted by: Andrea on August 24, 2003 09:58 PM