Today I did something I don’t normally do…
I took my car through the automatic car wash. There is a very good reason why I stay away from these death shacks but just like the pain of childbirth, I had forgotten about it after just a few short years.
I pulled my car in and was surprised by my unclammy hands and normal blood pressure. “Maybe I’m over this”, I thought as I settled in to find some good music on the radio. Not so fast, Batman. Holy Propelling Giant Brush! The obsessive thoughts began as my SUV shook with the force of the ghost in the machine.
“If that brush comes through my windshield, it would surely kill me…”
“I can’t open my window to scream for help - even if I could, that damn door has me boxed in this hell trap!”
“What if I have to go to the bathroom???”
I was becoming very anxious. The air in my car was getting thin.
“Thank God I didn’t select the Supreme Wash - I’d be a goner for sure.”
“I wonder how many people have perished in one of these !?!”
My eyes were shut as I prayed for the green light and the open door to free me from this torture chamber. I peeked- DAMN - red light - RINSING.
I was trying to remember prayers from my childhood. I was taking deep, cleansing breaths. I was biting my nails off.
“God, please get me the hell out of here!!!!!!”
I was feeling light-headed and started thinking of the poor guy that was bound to find me passed out in the car wash. Would they call my husband in California?
“Excuse me sir. Sorry to bother you in a very important high pressure board meeting, but your wife was found unconscious in our car wash today and we’re not sure what to do with her.”
That would suck. I peeked again- red light- DRYING. Almost there…hang on….
One more Hail Mary and I was out the door. HALLELUJAH !!!
I peeled out of there with the “Days of Thunder” soundtrack coarsing through my veins.
Thank you, God. I promise that this won’t happen again. I will not forget. From now on, I will use my own hose and bucket. Amen.
Tell me about an “everyday” chore that makes you go mental.
BTW- I paid $20 for all 3 pairs of shoes in the post below :yahoo:
oh my gosh! when i was little, my mom would have to lie to me about where we were going when she was getting the car washed. i had to keep my eyes closed through the whole thing and hum really loud with my fingers over my ears.
i can relate.
and i love you a little bit more after this post.
Well I used to feel that way when I went to the car wash too. I got all hyperventilate~y
But other than that, I can’t think of anything in that genre that makes me “go mental”. Besides, I’m pretty much already there any way :rofl:
Glad you made it out alive!
Well. first of all I am afraid that I will not get my car on the trackes tight the first time, incurring the wrath of the car wash attendent. Other than that I am good until the hot wax is sprayed on. I am sure some of it will ge through and on to me!
I can’t clean moldy food from the fridge. I’ve been known to throw away perfectly good dishes in order to keep from having to unwrap the plastic or foil and expose the odor of what lies within…if I have to clear out some ‘juicy’ vegetables? never mind… nevermind… *shudder
Hose and bucket in Virginia in winter
I think not.
I washed my car with a hose and bucket yesterday. I’ve always wondered how long it would take for them to realize you’re stuck if it did happen.
I have panic attacks like that when someone is standing too close to me. I am all about personal space.
Every day chores that make me go mental… coming home and fixing the “made” bed by my husband. You would have thought the military would have at least taught you that.
I wish we had those kind of car washes here, my kids would love it! We have to get out of the car and hand over the keys.
I gag the entire time I’m cleaning a toilet, or anything with hair on it. **gag**
i’ve never taken my car through the car wash. i either get my husband to do it, or i wash it in the driveway, well, my kids wash it in the driveway.
I just let my car go dirty. But a car wash wouldn’ bother me. Its the laundry, the dishes, the sweeping, the shopping, the driving, the cooking, the combination makes me go stark raving bonkers sometimes.
Just trying to move from one room to the other makes me go mental because I always see something that I meant to do/should have done/should probably do, and then I get sidetracked and I may be going to my daughter’s room to hang up her sweatshirt and before I know it I’ve changed the cat box, cleaned her closet, rearranged the dishes in the dishwasher and washed kitchen floor. I’d have much more time to do things for myself if I could get over the mentalness of stuff like that.
Well, you already know what makes me mental because I just complained about it on my blog. Grocery shopping! I need a personal grocery shopper.
I’ve never heard of anyone freaking out in a car wash…now you have planted all sorts of thoughts in my head to ponder while getting my van washed.
I can’t think of anything that makes me go mental…well, a lot of things have that effect…just no everyday chores.
You’re a riot!
When Guppyman was a baby, he would bury his face in my neck when he saw the Big Bad Brush swooping down on him. I go to the brushless kind now — I’m not sure we even have any car washes with brushes around here.
I know how you feel. I don’t like those either. expecially by myself.
Oh my goodness! I’m glad you survived.
Like Mistress Mary, I sometimes have a problem with grocery shopping. My brain shuts down. I haven’t read her post but I’ll have to have a look now!
You’ve reminded me that I need to take my car through the wash.
How about I take your car through the wash & you do my grocery shopping?! :wave:
The big carwashes I know in Ga. did not allow you to remain in your car while washing. It wasn’t until we moved up here that we saw the type of washer you are referring to in this post. I thought it very odd to stay in your car while it washed.
WOW! Don’t go there anymore. It’s not good for you. I don’t like really big bridges or really long tunnels. Thankfully, we don’t have those in Maine. I had a panic attack the first time I went over the George Washington bridge.
I am going to ask Leanne about the plugin as a last resort. I am sure w. time I can figure it out. First I have to print the code out on paper so I can process it. It is hard for me to process things like this on the computer. Does that make me weird? The computer is supposed to save the trees….
I went through one of those carwashes and it ripped the antenna right off of my truck. My life hasn’t been the same since. Yeah really.
I’m ok in the car wash, but I have a 7 year old who never fails to hyperventilate and throw up…
I know how you feel. That’s why my car is so dirty…
Doh! I was so close on the shoes!
My kids LOVED the car wash. My son wanted to go through over and over again.
I don’t think anything throws me into a panic attack. Now, I can get me some serious road rage when I’m in a super-duper hurry and suddenly everyone around me are the slowest, stupidest drivers just out driving around to make me late. :rant:
I always loved those carwashes as a kid, especially when we had the car with the leaky window. I would pretend we were in a sinking ship.
Okay, I’m weird.
Are you supposed to keep the windows down when in a car wash?
Nothing bothers me like that - am I weird?
I don’t go through the ones with the brushes. I always go in the touchless ones.
$20.00 - That is AWESOME!
I admit I can’t handle it either. I have to go to the carwashes that make you get out and wait. Bebob used to take me with him when he got the cadilac washed, it used to scare the heck out of me. Strange that I remember that.
Damn. Now YOU’RE a finalist for my Perfect Post Award next month. People are gonna think it’s fixed! :giggle:
I had a huge fear of carwashes when I was little. One of my earliest memories is screaming and crying in a car wash and continuing to cry all the way home and sitting in my mom’s lap and crying some more once we were out of the car. I was sure those whirly things were going to break through the window and kill us all…