I don't wash my car. I don't like the act of actually washing it and I'm too cheap to go through a car wash, especially when it's just going to get dirty anyway.
Last year creepy green stuff started growing on it. Ew. At the high school where I worked, we put some of this guck on a slide and looked at it under a microscope. It was algae and had creepy microscopic dudes swimming around. Shudder. So I probably washed it right? Nope. At some point, Attitude wrote a cute message on my back window in erasable pen. When it started coming off, I probably washed it right? Nope. How about when Mocha spilled half a blizzard over the passenger door and back of the car? Nope. Definitely I must have washed it when there were like 20 bird craps on it! Not so much, besides the rain fades all that stuff. Wow.
In the years that I've had my car, I only had the car washed once by some kids for a fundraiser. Poor suckers. My brother washed it another time as a Christmas gift, and when I went to Calgary, my landlord washed it while I was away. That's pretty bad.
If you guys ever wonder what to get me for a gift (because I'm sure that's on your minds), either flowers or a car wash is great.
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