bgcntry72
NAXJA Forum User
- Location
- Queen Creek, Alcatraz
So I am at my local carwash yesterday, getting ready to take some of the weekly-commute salt off the bottom of the rig. I am in line, and ahead of me is one of these jokers in an XTerra thing with all the bolt-on go-fast stuff and lots of stickers. The guy is on his cell phone, refusing to move forward, letting the cars behind him backlog into the street while 4 carlengths open up in front of his place in line. Nice. After awhile, its this guys turn, and he pulls in, slowly and carefully. Now this is one of those water jet car washes with the wand that circles the car on a track that moves forward and back, quite the apparatus. Through the side windows I watch as the wand passes over his drivers side door, and he then opens it to quickly take a look at how clean his rig is getting, or to free his trenchcoat from the doorjam, or whatever. Regardless, he figures he has some time before the wand comes around to his side again. Wrong. As the wand travels forward along the passenger side, the whole structure slides forward, along both sides of the car. Ultra-clever XTerra guy doesn't get the door closed in time and the big metal hoobajoob hits his drivers door and reverse bends it all the way forward. So the guy is freaking out, trying to close the door, which is bent metal against bent metal, and the wand comes around again and covers him with steamy soap. At this point, he gives up, exits the carwash, and leaves the XTerra to get an interior shampoo courtesy of yellow, pink, and blue foam clearcoat protector.
It is about here that I fall out of my rig laughing. I don't know if I was running to help, or to get a better look, but I opened the door and wiped out. The guy fumes into the office, and the rest of us start to try to figure out how to extricate ourselves from the line to leave. Good thing the carwash code is good for 7 days.
Hasta all.
It is about here that I fall out of my rig laughing. I don't know if I was running to help, or to get a better look, but I opened the door and wiped out. The guy fumes into the office, and the rest of us start to try to figure out how to extricate ourselves from the line to leave. Good thing the carwash code is good for 7 days.
Hasta all.
but what the hey...I tore up my old man's junk plenty, this was just partial payback.
