...Hey, get your car washed today
Fill up and you don't have to pay
Hey, get your car washed today
Fill it up, right away...
Fill up and you don't have to pay
Hey, get your car washed today
Fill it up, right away...
Mum has rather high standards towards cleanliness and neatness, which, while good in terms of hygiene and aesthetics, tends to creep past the tolerance level of everyone else at times. Even when it comes to our car. So it happens that every weekend or so mum will go, "Boy-ar, go take your car to wash-la, so dirty already."
Problem is, mum not being able to tahan the slightest sight of dustiness, would have already hosed down the car with water somewhere during the week itself, thus while the car isn't all sparkly and waxed, there isn't much visible to justify forking out RM12-RM15.
When we do tell her that the car isn't dirty enough for a wash, her next line of argument goes, "Your car still needs vacuuming what." Since patting the car seats doesn't cause dust clouds, we take it she's referring to the car mats. Which, given if we don't do anything about that too within the day, by the next morning the mats would be devoid of sand and such, courtesy of her intolerance.
It's not that we don't want to have the car washed, it's just that she's not making it worth our money, nor allow us to work on our own timetable and not hers. And yes, we're too lazy to consider the DIY alternative.
To go on a tangent...
When it comes to driving around, we actually go into autodrive mode should our destination be somewhere we know - home, a mall, office. When there's a deviation from the
Anyways.
So happens that on our way to the office today we'd let our mind wander on something or other and went into autodrive mode. And being completely distracted we didn't realise we were actually tailing a garbage truck for over 5 minutes while heading out of the housing area. In close proximity.
X(
There wasn't even the warning pong that warns of the garbage truck - that was our only comforting thought while we did some serious backpedalling and giving the truck some respectable space. Even that small comfort was dashed when we paid the toll (by Touch'n'Go, saving some poor toll collector from distress). A whiff, and we went, "Oh, shit." Well, it didn't smell of that but it's the unmistakable pong that identifies garbage trucks everywhere.
The drive on was done with one hand frantically waving our apple-scented Shaldan Pot air freshener gel in front of the air-conditioning vents for the rest of the journey. It didn't help that we had to wind down the window twice more to tap our season pass to get into parking. And we practically fled from our car, secured in the thought that no one would touch it either to break in or clamp it.
Now we really need to send it to the car wash.
3 comments:
ROTFLOL!!!
I got an easier way to make it deodorize the thing, take any orange, stud it with cloves of cinammon, put on dashboard, make sure that it is exposed to the sun for 1 whole afternoon.
After work, open car for 5 minutes. get in and drive off (Remember to throw orange away if it starts to rot)
Mum's timetable...
"Mum, I'll do it later, k...."
She'll start doing it by herself... arghhh
rhyen: Thankfully it's the outside that stinks, and only a bit gets inside when we wind down the window.
William: Yep, precisely. But we get exasperated with no guilt.
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