Carwash
In my college dorm and apartment years, I always hated going to the carwash. “I can’t wait,” I thought, “for a real house. Then I’ll wash my car by hand, with a hose and a bucket, the old fashioned way.” The idea sounded romantic and I visualized saving water, money, and time. Now I live in a house, and I always use the car wash down the street. The sign says, “Three bucks – Three minutes – Clean Car.” Hard to argue with that. The signs inside get to me, as well. “We recycle 70% of our water and chemicals,” they claim. I can’t do that at home. I don’t spray my shoes, clothes, and face with soapy water anymore. And, on the way out, there is a huge mirror as my car rolls through the blow dryer. My dog and I grin at our reflections in the mirror as we leave. Can’t do that at home. I’m sold!