Yours portly treats his car like it’s a mobile office and cafeteria on wheels; that is to say, I don’t fret too much over its aesthetic appeal.  My cars tend to be full of dents, dings, scrapes, scratches, and chips.  Their interiors are a collection of crumbs, papers, books, pens, and dog hair.

But even I reach a point where I want my car to look a bit better.  When I had some time to kill before meeting Dr. Fiancée and her parents for lunch one day, I went through the five-dollar gas station carwash.

Crappy Car Gets Carwash Treatment

I incorrectly proclaimed this a “touchless carwash,” which it obviously is not.  But it was fun going through the carwash for five bucks!

Happy Friday!

—TPP