We all know I’m a slob, right? That I can go a loooooooong time living with something that is messy? Wait, let’s amend that: I can go a looooooong time without noticing that something is messy.
Several weeks ago, I actually noticed that my truck was pretty dirty. It was actually so bad that it looked like the paint was peeling off the hood and the roof. No problem though – I just developed a handy little blind spot that just stopped seeing it. There were even a couple of times I thought, “Maybe I should go through a car wash”, but then I would forget as soon as I was driving.
Sunday, though, I was driving home from Wal*Mart and it was such a pretty day, I thought that it would be perfect car-washing weather. I wasn’t even going to wuss out and do the automatic wash – I’d wash it with the
machine gun sprayer.
Oh. My. Goodness.
I was so mad that I didn’t have my camera for some ‘before’ pictures. What I thought was a little peeling paint was a solid layer of months-old, sun-baked tree sap and bird poop. It was so gross!!! The stuff on the hood washed off with just the soapy wand, but for the roof I had to take an old shirt from the inside of the truck (it’s really messy inside, too) and scrub and scrub and scrub and scrub that junk off. It was awful! I’d scrub a little spot truly clean and then swipe at a larger area – the whole while balanced on the edge of the truck bed – then feed the machine more quarters to rinse and start again. I didn’t get every single spot, and I regret that, because there is no way I’m going back up there.
Note to self: Go to the automatic car wash more often, and stop parking under trees.