Car wash

It’s a beautiful Spring day today. After several days of major rain and flooding, the sun is out and the water is receding. Our K-Mart is still under water. The dumpster behind Redner’s Grocery Store is literally floating in a lake of water behind their building. But the Susquehanna River is receding and all is well.

On my way home this afternoon, I decided to stop by the car wash and give the Miata a bath. Our local car wash is truly a convergence of cultures. At one end, you have the guys with their tricked out hot rods polishing every square inch with a diaper. On the other end you have truckers using the open roofed bay to spray off their rig. In every other bay, you have a literal United Nations of car washers.

As I left my bay and headed toward the exit, I realized that today must be hayseed day in the center bay. In addition to washing his car, some guy was also washing his boots. With the sprayer in his hand, he lifted each leg toward the wall and blasted each boot clean.

In a similar vein, this has helped me to understand why hayseeds are often missing teeth. I’m assuming they must also use the high pressure spray to brush.