All it took was one cleaning for me to be hooked on washing my car. (Or rather, paying someone else to wash my car for me.) It was so shiny! It looked so good. So unlike the car I'd been riding around in for the past year. I was in love with my new clean car.
Of course it rained not two days later and my shiny wax job was speckled with dried acid rain drops, but no matter! I realized for $20 or less, I could have both the inside and outside of my car sparkling while I relaxed in the sun waiting for it to be towel-dried.
It's not like I became obsessive about washing my car. I didn't buy into any of the memberships the car wash place tried to sell me. But it was nice that I could wash my car whenever it needed to be washed. At the time $20 even $25 was nothing.
This morning I was packing up my car with all my stuff that I cart back and forth between my apartment and Daniel's condo. As I reached for the passenger side handle, I instantly recoiled my hand and screamed. There on the passenger side door was the biggest, white bird dump I had ever seen. It was so large and thick; it was offensive to me. Like the bird had done it on purpose. Quickly I looked over at my neighbor Erin's Jeep. (She parks next to me in the drive.) I expected to see dump splatter projected onto her driver's side door. (Luckily for Erin, there was no dump splatter.)
The thing is, this dump is so big and thick and crusty, it's not going to come off in any regular car wash. I can tell from looking at it that it's going to take major elbow grease to get it to disappear. Normally I'd just pay someone to do it for me. However, I'm unemployed. I can no longer afford such luxuries.
And so I've realized another one of the detriments of being unemployed: finding myself elbow deep in bird shit.
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