Faith Words: Clean
I washed the car Wednesday. But before I washed it, I washed it. Between the aphids and the birds my car was a mess. Add a few sandstorms and I could barely see out of the windshield. So I got a bucket of hot soapy water, some rags and my ladder and I scrubbed the front windshield and the rear windshield. The grill was nasty with dead bugs so I put some elbow grease into it and got off the worst of that grime. The car wash machines never get the rear license plate clean either, as well as the lift gate handle and rear camera. There. That’s most of it. Off to the car wash. There was no line. The equipment seemed to be working well. Two guys used scrub brushes at the entrance and two more wiped the clean car dry at the exit. (Anybody else get panicky trying to line up the left wheel with the track?) After it was dry, I drove to the vacuum area. Acorns, dry grass and somebody’s gray hair were packed onto the floor mats and carpet. And how does a car get so dusty inside? F...