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May. 25th, 2002 09:12 pmSo. The car wash. I got to spend a nice deal of time being powerwasher girl.
There is a rule of thumb. If you wash your car, it will rain.
If you're in the middle of a drought, and your culture club is washing the cars for the entire town, it will spit just enough that it ruins the finish on the cars you've done all ready.
We were doing fairly well. There is an abnormally high percentage of nice cars/trucks/vans in our town, and I was marveling at it until I figured that the people with nice vehicles are the people who care about what they drive. People who care about what they drive are the ones who are going to bring their vehicles out for a car wash.
I've never actually washed a vehicle before today. Let alone waxed one. Out on the farm, there's no real point. I can actually kind of see how it could be addictive. Not vehicle after vehicle, you understand, but your own. Especially if it's a nice colour, all nice and shiny and shimmery.
Okay, I was just amused by the paint. I know this is sad. But the paint on some of them was just so shiny.
The only really annoying thing during the day was the huge trucks. I'm a fan of trucks myself. I have nothing against them. But there is a point where they stop being, well, useful. I'm not short. I'm 5'8, actually. But some of these, the front hood was higher than my shoulder. I mean, I couldn't even reach the top of the cab. And they had four running boards to stretch to the back wheel well. Extend-a-Cab, obviously. Plus, they had wagon covers on the back.
Have you ever tried washing/drying/detailing/waxing/buffing one of those?
However, with time still to go, the power and water blew. Went out over a seven or eight town area. We waited around for about an hour, hoping that we'd be able to finish up, but we finally just packed it in. Strangely enough, the icecream place and the Shell had power, but no water.
Power/water went back on about fifteen minutes after we got back from town. We're going back in in the morning to finish up.
Note to self: Call the others who had to leave early to work that bingo.
We're looking at about two hours for the cars we had lined up but didn't get to today. Plus we have to do the engines and the bus. It was the price for letting our culture club use the fire hall.
(No, we don't actually really have a fire hall, per say. Not enough people. We have a building with a pair of engines and some hoses. There are a couple of outfits lined up on the wall, but they don't hae any names or anything. Just sizes, because we don't actually have fire fighters. More like 'People who'll come if someone specifically rings them up, because they're not as afraid of fire as the rest of us.' I don't think that they've ever actually been forced into duty.)
There is a rule of thumb. If you wash your car, it will rain.
If you're in the middle of a drought, and your culture club is washing the cars for the entire town, it will spit just enough that it ruins the finish on the cars you've done all ready.
We were doing fairly well. There is an abnormally high percentage of nice cars/trucks/vans in our town, and I was marveling at it until I figured that the people with nice vehicles are the people who care about what they drive. People who care about what they drive are the ones who are going to bring their vehicles out for a car wash.
I've never actually washed a vehicle before today. Let alone waxed one. Out on the farm, there's no real point. I can actually kind of see how it could be addictive. Not vehicle after vehicle, you understand, but your own. Especially if it's a nice colour, all nice and shiny and shimmery.
Okay, I was just amused by the paint. I know this is sad. But the paint on some of them was just so shiny.
The only really annoying thing during the day was the huge trucks. I'm a fan of trucks myself. I have nothing against them. But there is a point where they stop being, well, useful. I'm not short. I'm 5'8, actually. But some of these, the front hood was higher than my shoulder. I mean, I couldn't even reach the top of the cab. And they had four running boards to stretch to the back wheel well. Extend-a-Cab, obviously. Plus, they had wagon covers on the back.
Have you ever tried washing/drying/detailing/waxing/buffing one of those?
However, with time still to go, the power and water blew. Went out over a seven or eight town area. We waited around for about an hour, hoping that we'd be able to finish up, but we finally just packed it in. Strangely enough, the icecream place and the Shell had power, but no water.
Power/water went back on about fifteen minutes after we got back from town. We're going back in in the morning to finish up.
Note to self: Call the others who had to leave early to work that bingo.
We're looking at about two hours for the cars we had lined up but didn't get to today. Plus we have to do the engines and the bus. It was the price for letting our culture club use the fire hall.
(No, we don't actually really have a fire hall, per say. Not enough people. We have a building with a pair of engines and some hoses. There are a couple of outfits lined up on the wall, but they don't hae any names or anything. Just sizes, because we don't actually have fire fighters. More like 'People who'll come if someone specifically rings them up, because they're not as afraid of fire as the rest of us.' I don't think that they've ever actually been forced into duty.)