Ahhh, dust-scented
I went to the car wash today because my car looked like hell. I was just going to get a wash, but it really needed more than that. The attendant at the pump suggested a package deal that would include a wash, wax, and air freshener and that he would knock $10 off the normal price. The last time I went to one of these auto spas, they asked me what scent I wanted and I had a whole list of smells to choose from. They didn't offer a selection to me so I assumed they only had one.
I waited for about an hour playing solitaire 
on my iPod because I didn't have my headphones with me to listen to one of my numerous podcasts that I need to catch up on.
The little Mexican guy started swirling a rag over his head and I started to walk over to my car. It looked damn good, probably the best it has looked since I got it.
I don't know the tipping etiquette for a car wash and a wax. The guy who sold me on the wax said a couple of bucks is good so I gave the guy five and got in. It smelt like dirt. Like a fart from a dust-covered dead mouse. I didn't choose that flavor. If I wanted my car to smell like a menstrual cycle I would have just asked my girlfriend to stuff her used tampon in my air condition vents and turn the heater on. Thanks a lot Chevron Car Wash on Crown Valley and Forbes Road for turning my car into a snatch.
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