…but there is no where else I ever want to wash my car EVER, except this place.
Incidentally, if Mr. Mock didn’t take my car to be washed, it would never get washed. I am one of those people who never pays a LICK of attention to whether or not my car needs a bath. Mr. Mock, on the other hand, is OBSESSED with car cleanliness, and will notice the slightest spot of dirt, and rush to the car wash to clean it off.
A couple of weeks ago, my car was parked in its usual spot at my office, and the lawn maintenance people set the sprinklers to 12pm instead of 12am, and everyone parked in my row had their cars get sprinkled on at lunch. I was oblivious to this, until a bunch of people parked in my row started complaining that their cars had water spots all over them. One of my co-workers asked me, “Does your car have spots?” And I said, “I have no idea.” This was after I’d already been out to my car, left for lunch, and returned.
I had planned to tell Mr. Mock about the sprinkler incident when I got home that day. He was outside in the driveway when I pulled up, and before I could even FULLY EXIT THE CAR, he was all, “OMG WHAT ARE THESE SPOTS?!” So I explained what happened, and told him I wouldn’t have even noticed the spots had my other co-workers not been flipping out over them. And Mr. Mock said, “The back door of your car could be torn off, and you would just drive away and wonder why there was a draft. That is how oblivious you are.”
I can’t really argue with that.
But if this car wash was somewhere near me, I would make a concerted effort to care more about car cleanliness, just so I could have my car washed by people trained by Mr. Miyagi.