CAR WASH
He begged and pleaded and finally, with a hint of a sadistic smile, she conceded.
“Fine, we can go to the car wash.”
Car wash. Those two words were more exciting to him than any he had heard all day, and it had been a pretty exciting day full of pretty exciting words.
So far he had heard McDonald’s, ice cream, skating, and movies for after dinner. He was full of delicious treats, had a bit of a sore bum, and had two super cool movies to watch after chicken nuggets for dinner. Not bad, right?
Despite all the excitement though, this was the main event. He watched as his mum punched in the numbers and drove the car around to the entrance. He was so excited, he felt like he could pee his pants right there. He wouldn’t of course, because he was a big boy now, but he really was that excited.
The door slowly rose with a great shudder of clanging metal and the light flicked from red to green.
“Are you ready?” his mum asked, staring at him in the rearview mirror.
He nodded his head vigorously and she inched the car into the gloomy belly of the beast.
He could hear the ticking sounds, the slow hum of the engines revving, then the fierce hiss of water slowly inching along the length of the car. He craned his neck left and right and when the great colourful globs of rainbow soap erased the outside world, he screwed it around backwards to get a full view.
He watched as the soap slowly slid down the windows and almost shrieked with the excitement when the roar of water returned to wash it all away. He couldn’t decide what his favourite part was, but the weird shudder of the water under the blast of the air dryer was definitely neat.
They finally reached the far end of the tunnel and the second door slid upwards to reveal their gleaming car to the world. His mum pulled out into the bright, streaming sunshine of the best day ever.
“Can we do it again?” he asked excitedly.
“Maybe next week,’ his mum replied.
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