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I don't know what it is, but EVERY time I wash my car it instantly becomes a cat playground. The pathetic shine I get out of my faded paint must possess some kind of cat-nip'esk quality that forces all cats to come over and dance a jig on my hood, windshield, and targa top. It also doesn't seem to matter in what city or parking lot I park. Cats are EVERYWHERE and they hate my car. And me.
I KNOW I'm not the only one who goes through this. Here's the problem. I'm not good at washing cars. There comes a time in a man's life when he has to admit to himself what he does well and the things he doesn't do well, and I can't wash a car to save my life. After hours of back-breaking labor washing and rinsing and yet still managing to miss all kinds of dirt everywhere, I take no small measure of pride and satisfaction in the meager gleam I coax out of my (most likely) original coat of paint. Then cats do a riverdance on my hood.
I've got a plan though. The next time I wash my car I'm going to sit down in a lawn chair with a Corona, cheap cigar, and a rifle. The trick will be shooting those little suckers before they get too close to my car to take a clean shot.
Disclaimer - No cats were harmed during the making of this fantasy.
I've got a plan though. The next time I wash my car I'm going to sit down in a lawn chair with a Corona, cheap cigar, and a rifle. The trick will be shooting those little suckers before they get too close to my car to take a clean shot.
Disclaimer - No cats were harmed during the making of this fantasy.
Ah yes, stiffer consequences............... I like
I've got a plan though. The next time I wash my car I'm going to sit down in a lawn chair with a Corona, cheap cigar, and a rifle. The trick will be shooting those little suckers before they get too close to my car to take a clean shot.
Sitting in a lawn chair with a Corona?!? My God man, that's inhumane! I would call that baiting Sweet 90. It's wrong, I tell you. There Sweetsie, I stood up for you, all I can do- RUN!,
I've got a plan though. The next time I wash my car I'm going to sit down in a lawn chair with a Corona, cheap cigar, and a rifle. The trick will be shooting those little suckers before they get too close to my car to take a clean shot.