I’m sorry that I drove away really fast from the automatic car wash when you tried to dry my car with your damp, dirty towels. It wasn’t that I don’t want you wiping my car down with those greasy towels and get those pesky drops of water that the giant blow dryer doesn’t get, it’s just that I know you expect a few bucks for the privilege and I didn’t have any cash on me.
I saw your big brown eyes of confusion/disappointment as I hit the gas right after the big blinky sign in the car wash went from red to green – okaying my getaway. I had been planning it for a few minutes when I first saw you on the other side of the giant blue soapy sponges.
I knew I had no cash, but when the automatic fuel pump asked me if I wanted a Super Wash for $8.00, who I am I to say no? Plus, I come from a land where you dry your car from the automatic car wash by driving very fast for a few blocks, not by a human being. This must be some strange Chicago thing that I can’t get used to, even after 18 years.
So, in conclusion, please accept my apology for not using your services – maybe next time.