Wacky Wednesday

At the risk of sounding like I'm destined for a Halloween freak show, I'm going to admit to something here: I actually look forward to driving the work van through a car wash. For a mere $3.00 on Wacky Wednesdays, I've paid for a serenade of whistles, wooshes, and whirls that is a celebration of sound.

Did you know that not all drive-thru washes are created equal acoustically? My favorite one is located in a neighboring community. It has more tantilizing high frequency water sounds: more gushes, hisses, spits, splashes, sprays, tinkles, and drizzles. Even the long mop strips and fan blowers have a more soothing sound than the closer Jiffy job in our town.

Yea, I can guess what you are thinking - - - it doesn't take much to keep Sheila entertained. That's true. This condition probably stems from years of loss and deprivation. You see, I can still remember back to those dismal days when a car wash sounded like a dull faint rumble and was always an experience accompanied by an ever-present fear that something might hang up or break down and I'd be forced to talk to an attendant. More accurately, an attendant would have to tap on my window and shout something, and I'd blankly stare back without a clue in the world.

Well, today is Wacky Wednesday. I'm already grinning with anticipation!