Well, I got my car washed today.
This was stupid on a few accounts:
1.) Hi, I live in Michigan where it snows, like, every day. My car is going to get covered in snow and salt and slush and dirt and all kinds of crazy shit in less than a day. Dumb.
2.) Some of the simplest parts of the process of the carwash confuse me
- I never know when to put my car in neutral
- I feel like an idiot when I ask when I’m supposed to put the car in neutral
3.) The carwash scares the hell out of me.
4.) I was by myself and the carwash scares the hell out of me.
I know I’ve talked about this before, but seriously, it’s as relevant today as it was then.
Now, in my recent history with going through the carwash, I have had someone in the car with me to distract me from my meltdown. Actually, I can really only recall my family and Megan going through the carwash with me in recent history, and those times include my family and Megan mostly just laughing hysterically at me and doing nothing to help me chill the fuck out.
Dicks.
I’d say it’s an irrational fear, but I’m pretty sure I understand the reasoning behind this fear I have. So, I won’t say it because then it would be false.
It pretty much all goes back to how I constantly worry I’m going to die.
Oh, and confined spaces kinda freak me out.
Oh, and I really don’t like how it gets all dark and my car is moving magically by itself (WHAT’S THAT ABOUT?!!?) and the noise the washy things make and how the blow-dryers spew fire to get rid of the water.
ZOMG Creeps!
Just imagine if for some reason the magic spell broke and my car stopped moving but I couldn’t move my car because all the washing rolly things were all in my way and I couldn’t even see because the wipey things were covering all my windows and mirrors and then something went wrong that caused the blow-dryers to blow their fire too fiercely that made the fire spread and feed off the chemicals in the soap and water did nothing to stop anything and then the garage doors closed due to some type of malfunction and I died of carbon monoxide poisoning because my car was still on and I was not even aware that the doors were closed.
WHAT THEN?!
At least then all of you little dickholes who make fun of me for being scared of the carwash would feel really guilty because it turned out all my worst fears about it came true.