Carwash Thoughts

Why is the line always so long?

Fun fact, I was terrified of car washes as a kid. Though I have no distinct memory of this, I’m told I would scream for the entire duration of the car wash. Sorry mom and dad for that. Thanks for loving me anyway!

I read a book once, it was a teen romance novel. Your average good girl meets moody teenage boy who always had headphones in type of book. There’s one scene where they go through a car wash and he turned up the music and said something smooth about music sounding better in a carwash. Did I turn up the music the next time I was in the car wash to test this theory? Why, yes I did. It wasn’t life changing but I liked the idea of it.

Still waiting in line. I guess it’s a good time to assess my whole life and give myself a dose of anxiety over the things I can’t control. Ope JK, time to scroll Instagram and numb all unpleasant feelings.

Washing my car feels like a waste of time, it’s just going to be dirty point 5 seconds after I drive out of the wash. I know, I know, dad. I hear you, telling me why it’s important. But it still feels pointless, okay?

It reminds me of the book of Leviticus in the Bible. Last year I started a Bible study that takes you through the entire Bible. Reading Leviticus was painful because basically it speaks of humanity’s unclean-ness and the cleansing ceremonies they had and the processes they had to go through to be made right with God. And so basically it’s impossible to be clean (without sin). Makes me so grateful for Jesus and His ultimate sacrifice. I can do all of the things to make a better me, but I will still fall short. BUT God, gave me Jesus, so that I can be made clean and He changes me, grows me into the woman He created me to be. That is such a relief!

Almost time to awkwardly roll down window, open car door slightly so I can reach the screen to type my code in and briefly worry about being properly lined up to drive into the wash.

Finally in the wash… turning up the music just in case it actually sounds better this time. Haha, why am I like this? I do the love the soap smell though. Fresh and clean with a hint of bubblegum, yum.

Time to dry! What is socially appropriate for said drying? Do I take full advantage of the timer, slowly making my way out? Or do I do a two second pause, between each push of gas, leaving as quickly as I can? Melissa, why are you making this mean so much? Just get on with it!

Ahhh. Squeaky clean for now. Good job sister friend, you got one adulting task done today. Proud of you! On to the next one…

LOL, thank you for joining me today on my journey through the car wash friends. Grace and love to you until next time!