A little luxury

I met Rita for coffee at the mall today, and decided to get my car washed while I was there. I've been meaning to either wash it or have it washed for a while now, since driving through torrential rain several times a week is puzzlingly ineffective at removing even the worst of the dust, cat footprints (and I don't even have a cat), and Robin's name written on the passenger side door.

So when the kid with the carwash cart came up and asked if I wanted it washed and waxed while I was inside, I said sure. When Rita and I strolled out of one of the other entrances an hour or so later, my little purple car shone at me from two parking lots away, already resplendent and, it must be noted, a little smug.

When I finally got back to the car to leave, I actually double checked to make sure it was the right one. Did I know I had a pinstripe on my car?

I didn't know there was that much clean in all the world.