Discovery of the day:
I am terrified of car washes.
The kind where it takes your car and you are to keep your hands off the wheel and feet off the pedals?
Yup, terrified.
Like, hyperventilate, twitchy terrified.
I took my car through one today, as I live in NY and the roads are covered with car-eating salt for about 10 months of the year and I would like to see my blessed 'Roo make it at least through the warranty.
I had to do everything in my power not to scream during the whole ordeal; I guess I never realized how much I hate not being in control in that situation; how not being able to see or control the next event made me want to vomit.
A metaphor for life?
I don't even have faith in Delta-Sonic; I am a piece of work.
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