Wash & Clean

The car didn’t have much dirt on it, but he wanted to clean it inside and out. She didn’t realize this was his idea of an intimacy but went along.
It was a nice day, sunny warm with a 7 mile an hour breeze. They don’t come much better.
First he filled the Karmin Gia with gas. It rarely got a full tank and he thought it ought to be grateful.
He paid for the gas, and got change of bills for the wash bays and got in the car again and moved it to the pad.
“Hey yeah, it’s a good time to clean this car. You know this car was designed by the same guy that designed really expensive sports cars. Porsche. I love this car.”
She got out and was all prepared to watch.
He put on a show leaning in and picking at nits and bits fast and then furiously vacuuming smiling and happy like she had never seen him before really.
She just stood there a slight young woman in a white dress while he kept up the attack on the condition of the old car.
It scared her that cleaning the car was the happiest she had ever seen him.
You nearly expected everybody to join in and all dance and sing about cleaning your car and going for a drive.

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About Russell Scott Day

I come from sailors and priests. My aim is to prevent apocalyptic riot, better known as nuclear war, when I was growing up. Creating a nation of airports will create the peace enough environment to prevent apocalyptic riot. I had a vision due to a period of boredom and bliss like the Aleph of Borges. That is the story I learned and was made up and happens.

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