  SPLISH SPLASH So I'm driving back from Decatur where I have just picked up my professional photographs of me in a suit. Can you imagine it? Me in a suit? I swear I must have been hanged in a past life. Anyway, I drove by a car wash on the way home and decided to stop in and wash my car since it's so hard to do it on the weekend.
I carry a bank pouch with spare change in it in my trunk. It used to have crayons in it. (Don't ask! ) Therefore, some of the wax in the bag melted and was all over the quarters. It was sort of like that Madonna movie that she should not have made. However, it did improve my love making techniques in parking garages. I undress, I mean digress.
So I vacuumed out the Miata and washed it and shot a coat of wax on it. I don't really understand the car wash. You have all these options and there is no logical order to follow. You have high pressure wash, rinse, tire degreaser, foaming brush, and wax. Obviously, you want to rinse after the foaming brush. I love the foaming brush. It sounds like a children's TV show. "And now kids it's time for a visit from Mr. Foaming Brush!
YEAH! " However, it's not quite as exciting as a visit from the foaming dog because then Mr. Gun comes out of the drawer and BANG! No more foaming dog. Sigh.... 
