WHAT THE HELL
Seriously, I've got no better title for this entry. I've got no more articulate response for what just happened, and I've got nothing better to say than WHAT THE HELL.
It's in the 40°s today. Normally I'd consider that "omg it's 40°, might die of frozen!". But, as it's been ZERO lately, 40° is damn near a heatwave. As such, I thought it would be a good idea to wash my car. Usually when there's an above freezing day in the middle of arctic ones, the line for the car wash is about 285 cars long.
I was surprised and happy to find only one person in line, and she was about to pull in! Hooray! Ya right.
It is one of those automatic car washes... you pay at the kiosk and then pull in and it washes and blows you. Not the best wash around, but easy and I don't have to deal with any humans... irony to follow. While the car ahead of me is getting lathered up, I pay with my debit card and then wait for her to finish.
The woman in front of me finishes and pulls out, and I pull in. Hmm... chassis wash isn't on... strange. I back up a little. Nothing. I back up a tad more. HOOOONNNNNNKKKK. Yes, stupid lady, I see you there. My van is 42x nicer than yours, so rest assured I had no intentions of slamming into you. She won't budge. The car wash still isn't on. I'm thinking that maybe I need to back out to reset it or something.
So I get out of my van in the middle of the carwash bay (hoping it doesn't pick now to start) to explain to the woman behind me that I need to back out of the bay to let it reset so that I can get my car washed.
She says "Oh. Well, I've just paid, so I can't back up".
.....................?
I reply "Yes, I paid, too."
She says "Oh." and rolls her window up.
WHAT THE FUCKING HELL???
This is about as close as I've come to reaching inside someone's car and smashing their face against the steering wheel 500, no, 600 times. I had no choice but to pull forward, go around, and then get in line behind her. At this point, I'm figuring she's getting my wash and I'll get hers, and other than the extra 10 minutes I've wasted, it'll all work out.
Of course, then it's giving her problems and she's starting to back up. I backed up and let her. Til the day I die I will wonder why I didn't just roll my window down and say "Oh. I've just paid. I can't back up." But, nope. I backed up.
And, when she pulled out, the kiosk lovingly said to me "Select Payment Type"
Oh.My.God.
My car is not washed, my blood pressure is 250/200, and I swear to God if I ever see that woman again, I might kill her.
How is your day?
It's in the 40°s today. Normally I'd consider that "omg it's 40°, might die of frozen!". But, as it's been ZERO lately, 40° is damn near a heatwave. As such, I thought it would be a good idea to wash my car. Usually when there's an above freezing day in the middle of arctic ones, the line for the car wash is about 285 cars long.
I was surprised and happy to find only one person in line, and she was about to pull in! Hooray! Ya right.
It is one of those automatic car washes... you pay at the kiosk and then pull in and it washes and blows you. Not the best wash around, but easy and I don't have to deal with any humans... irony to follow. While the car ahead of me is getting lathered up, I pay with my debit card and then wait for her to finish.
The woman in front of me finishes and pulls out, and I pull in. Hmm... chassis wash isn't on... strange. I back up a little. Nothing. I back up a tad more. HOOOONNNNNNKKKK. Yes, stupid lady, I see you there. My van is 42x nicer than yours, so rest assured I had no intentions of slamming into you. She won't budge. The car wash still isn't on. I'm thinking that maybe I need to back out to reset it or something.
So I get out of my van in the middle of the carwash bay (hoping it doesn't pick now to start) to explain to the woman behind me that I need to back out of the bay to let it reset so that I can get my car washed.
She says "Oh. Well, I've just paid, so I can't back up".
.....................?
I reply "Yes, I paid, too."
She says "Oh." and rolls her window up.
WHAT THE FUCKING HELL???
This is about as close as I've come to reaching inside someone's car and smashing their face against the steering wheel 500, no, 600 times. I had no choice but to pull forward, go around, and then get in line behind her. At this point, I'm figuring she's getting my wash and I'll get hers, and other than the extra 10 minutes I've wasted, it'll all work out.
Of course, then it's giving her problems and she's starting to back up. I backed up and let her. Til the day I die I will wonder why I didn't just roll my window down and say "Oh. I've just paid. I can't back up." But, nope. I backed up.
And, when she pulled out, the kiosk lovingly said to me "Select Payment Type"
Oh.My.God.
My car is not washed, my blood pressure is 250/200, and I swear to God if I ever see that woman again, I might kill her.
How is your day?
posted by Angie at 12:29 PM
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