Clay has been after me to get my Acadia washed in Gainesville for only $8.00. Since we were in Gainesville today, I finally agreed. Lord knows, my car needed washing.
I stood patiently under a large oak tree while Clay drove the Acadia through the $8 carwash. But then I saw him pull out of the carwash and he yelled for me to tell the lady in the BP store that the washing stopped. Soap drooled down the windshield, windows and doors.
The lady walked to the carwash and reset a button and gave me a new receipt with the code to be punched in at the entrance of the carwash. "Hop in, Mom!" Clay shouted. I climbed in the Acadia and promptly told Clay that I didn't like to be confined in a car with the windows rolled up on a hot day. "You'll be fine. Chill!" Clay quipped.
And once more the washing began. The rinse cycle started when suddenly we heard BANG! THUMP! BANG! "Let's get out of here. I think the washing strings are tangled in the wheelchair lift. We might have even broken the carwash.
We zipped out and didn't even look back . . . just high-tailed it for I-75. Then we stopped in High Springs and I decided to look at the wheelchair lift. Just curious, you know.
Oh, my word! The wheelchair lift had been broken and was dangling lopsided.
Yellow and red rubber strings were entwined in the wheelchair lift. There is a happy ending to the $8 carwash story. We drove straight to Fort White Automotive where the owner said, "Sure. We'll take it off for you . . . and it didn't cost me a dime!
I reminded Clay he could NEVER go back to that $8 carwash. They would certainly recognize his face.
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