June 9, 2012
I opted for the Wishy Washy Car Wash, just as cars on the main road began turning on their headlights in response to the encroaching twilight. The place had four bays with peeling yellow and white paint, and an equal number of chrome shop vacs behind them. I scooped out $5 worth of quarters from one of the change slots, set next to a vending machine filled with a variety of Little Tree air fresheners and miniature spray bottles. The air was humid, with the smell of peppermint-scented foam wafting out of the brush. The cool mist felt good.