Clean car
  Last fall I splurged on interior detailing for my father’s former car my father that has been handed down to my daughter. It was indescribably filthy inside, due to my father’s declining abilities, disconcerting lack of caring about cleanliness, and the fact that he put farming supplies such a bags of potting soil in there regularly. The guy who cleaned it works out of a specialized garage in his back yard. When we went to pick it up after the cleaning he came bouncing around the side of his house to meet us and walk us back - I mean he was literally jumping in the air like a happy goat and waving his arms. This guy is HAPPY about cleaning cars. He had a strong vibe of neurodivergence, so I liked him right away. Wave your arms in the air, Happy Cleaner Guy, you rock!
  It took me a while to get around to getting MY car in there, but I was so happy with what he did for the first car I really wanted to treat myself. While technically I can clean the inside myself, he has all the specialized tools to do a really pro job, clean the upholstery, just everything. We picked it up last night, and it looks so good. I never want to get in it again - I don’t want to mess it up! Living on a farm on a dirt road is really hard on a vehicle. It’s just bemusingly charming to interact with this guy who’s living his best life in a garage that looks like an industrial clean-room. Now I need to go leave him a 5-star review on Yelp or something.
ps: I TOTALLY deserve to have somebody ELSE clean something for me.
Feb 23, 2022
