Saturday, February 11, 2006
I feel so dirty
At what point does the dirt buildup on your car become… I don’t know, toxic? Or paint-eating? It’s been months since I’ve washed it. A couple of rainy days has helped to get the top layer of dirt off, but really the only thing that’s accomplished is giving me another excuse not to wash it.
Every time I try washing it myself—you know going out there with a bucket and a sponge—I remind myself afterwards why I usually take it to a car wash. It’s annoying and I don’t enjoy getting wet. At the car wash I won’t get wet, but I still have to sit on an uncomfortable hard bench, with strangers, and wait an hour. If I bring a book it’s not so bad (but still uncomfortable).
My sweetheart tells me I need to be a hardass with the people who are wiping off the insides. I need to remind them to clean the cupholders and point out what they missed on the dash. However I have a hard time doing this because a) I don’t enjoy being a hardass to another person; b) I would hate to have some bitch hovering over my shoulder as I worked, so I don’t do it; and c) I hate talking to strangers. So I stay on the bench until they wave their little rag.
Boring post, I know. I’m thinking about all the crap I’ve been putting off in past weekends. I need to do laundry. Don’t ask me how long it’s been since I changed the sheets, I won’t remember. I feel like a disgusting bachelor or something.
Time to do some chores! Wanna come over and help?
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