Showing posts with label car. Show all posts
Showing posts with label car. Show all posts

Waxing my Car

So I've always wanted to wax my car. People that do this themselves talk about it with such excitement, planning their whole weekend around it. I've never really understood it, but was always curious about it. My boyfriend is one of those people. He's been talking about waxing his truck pretty much since I met him. So this last weekend it finally happened. I'm walking around his house and can't find him. So I go out to the garage. Sure enough, he's busy applying the wax to his truck. Mine's next, he tells me. I go back in the house. After thinking about it, I want in on the action! I want to know what this secret little club is all about. So when it's time to remove the wax, I go out to help. He gives me a terry cloth, and I begin wiping the wax off my car, trying to remember everything I learned from Karate Kid. Wax on, wax off. This is pretty fun! And certainly a good arm workout. By the time I'm done, my car is so shiny I can see my reflection in it. It's beautiful, like a Ferrari. Except it's not. Just an Altima. But beautiful none the less. I get it now. It's about pride. And a big smile every time I look at my shiny car.

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I wish my car didn't smell like urine.

Seriously. I think a disgruntled employee at Danny's Carwash peed in the glass cleaner. Or just straight-up in my car. Now everyday when I get in my car, after it's baked in the sun for 9+ hours, it smells like a sauna powered with urine. Lovely. It's like that episode of Seinfeld, where Jerry gets his car back from valet and it smells like B.O. Then him and Elaine start smelling like it. That's how I feel. Like Pigpen with a cloud of piss around me. Especially when my boyfriend curls up next to me the other night and says "What is that smell?" "Oh, it's just urine honey."

So I'm not sure whether I should:

1.) Go back to the carwash and complain. But then they might leave a big turd in my car. To give me something to REALLY complain about.
2.) Febreze the piss out of my car (literally) and buy one of those cheap pinetree air fresheners. Or...
3.) Sell my car

How much would you pay for a car that smells like urine?

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