I just got home form the car wash... and now I should be getting ready for Ta's Bas-mitzvah. I'm merely taking a break to pause and reflect, and eat. 'Cause I'm hungry, and well... wiped!
I'm not sure what exactly it is about car washes, but apparently some involved don't feel the need to actually participate. They must not realize that it is in fact possible to socialize and accomplish something at the same time. I worked my butt off, and felt as though I got a good dose of the people who were there. However, my inner drill sargent had to poke her head out quite a few times in order to get some lazy butts on their toes. I don't know, perhaps I stress too much, but we need the money bad [some going to Brasil, and the rest of us for Creation y2k3W] and piddle-paddling around just doesn't do the trick.
Poor Pieter was just as stressed (if not more) I believe. He, too, was attempting to create and/or maintain some sense of order... Unfortunately for him he didn't have the option of leaving (I wouldn't either if I hadn't had prior obligations & invites.)
Ok, I'm off to primp...
*looks at thumb* ouch! I fear I've created a blister with the hosing opening and closing... grr!
