September 14, 2010

The Car Wash Incident

Yesterday I washed my car in one of those drive-through, automatic car washes. I had just gotten gas, and I selected to add in a car wash. 

I pulled into the car wash, and about the time the pre-soak mister started, I noticed my gas cap door was open. I was pretty sure that the force of the car wash might break off the entire door, and so I fretted. 

I decided that I would have to close it. 

I climbed from the driver's seat into the backseat and got my barrings. I watched the mister as it rounded the car, and when the sprayer was on the complete opposite side of the car, I threw open the back door, reached my hand out and slammed the little door shut. 

Whew! So exciting. 

I climbed back into the driver's seat and just as I was fixing the seat settings again, I heard the door pop back open as the sprayer blasted it with water. 

"What in the world," I thought. My gas cap door has a lock on it, and I've never had this problem before.

I couldn't stand the thought of my little door being ripped off, so I crawled in the backseat again.

I eyed the sprayer, and when it was completely on the opposite side of the car, I threw the door open, reached my hand out and slammed the door shut again. But it didn't close all the way. 

I realized that since I had forgotten to close the little door after I filled the tank that the car had automatically locked the door when I drove to the car wash. However, the lock was now stuck out and inhibiting the door from closing. 
"So there's really nothing I can..."

Sprayed in the face with the soapy cycle of the car wash. 
Yellow, pink and blue goo in my face, in my hair and all over my clothes. 

I had been contemplating all of this with the door still open and my hand out. 

One of the holes in the sprayer was exactly at eye level, and I had a ton of chemical goo in my eye. 

"What if I lose my eye in a car wash incident," I thought. 

Thankfully the little voice in my head screamed, "SHUT THE DOOR, STUPID." 

I found myself covered in soapy goo in the backseat of my car as the wash ended. There was really nothing else to do other than crawl up in the front seat, grab the baby wipes from my glove box and try to salvage the health of my eye. My clothes and hair were already too far gone. 
So don't open your door in a car wash. It's never going to turn out well. 


  1. Oh my gosh! How could you forget to tell me about this last night?!? That is hilarious! I kinda wish that someone had been in line behind you and got to watch it all happen.

    So, did your gas tank door survive all the other sprays?

    Oh, and how did you take that picture?

  2. If this were not so FUNNY it would be scary. I was curious also as to how you got the photo but then it came to me...your promise to always have your camera with you. Just surprised you could see to take the picture.

  3. I'm sad to disappoint, but I stole this photo from a web site on how car washes work. Yes, there is such a site. But, I'm glad I'm so convincing!

  4. OMG! This is amazing and totally made my day! Hope your eyes are okay!

  5. This is crazy! I feel like doing something insanely crazy involving a car sounds like something I would do...

    Glad you are not blind now.

  6. How did I not know about this until today? Of course, then all of the wedding reception Saturday night would have been taken up with forcing you to recount this story 15 times...

  7. This is one of those stories where it ends and everyone is laughing so hard, but trying really hard to go, "Are you okay, though? Did the gas door survive?" But in the end, everyone is laughing to hard to hear the answer.

    Yeah, its like that. I'm so sorry that happened to you, but you just give me the best giggle I've had all day.

  8. Wait. Did the gas tank door survive??


  10. That could have been an eye emergency! How scary. I have learned an important message from your blog. Doors closed in car washes from now on.


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