I had to go out today and purchase some things for our company’s upcoming Thanksgiving party (I know you want to be me don’t ya!). After buying decorations and table cloths, I decided to run across the street and get Julio washed. He has been a little worse for the wear lately and had developed this nice coat of blackish, greenish mold on the trunk. So I run over there, pay my money, roll the windows up and position Julio so the little conveyor belt will pull us along into the little wash tunnel.
Something I should mention here; a couple of months ago Julio had a little trouble performing. He couldn’t keep his window up, particularly the driver’s side window. After much frustration, Ricky, my mechanic, was able to get make everything work by installing his own form of Viagra – a new window motor. The only problem was that while the window would meet the seal, it didn’t actually create a true seal. I hadn’t really paid any attention because…well you know; the damn thing worked.
Back to the wash – We are pulled forward and I can almost hear Julio humming at the thought of the massage he was about to get when the water started. Need I say more? You guessed it, the left side of my body was now wet. Water, soap, suds, that wax stuff; all coming in through that little itty bitty crack. I am now wet and I swear I can hear Julio sniggering. I guess I learned my lesson, we have a date with Ricky to fix the window.
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