I grew up in a house with a well, so we used to wash our cars by hand.  This went on for the first 22 years of my life.  I used to see places that offered to wash your car for money and I'd think, "Why would anyone pay money to have their car washed?  Buncha idiots." 

Then I got married and moved into an apartment that didn't have a well or anything close to it.  I still couldn't justify paying for someone else to wash my car, so I went to a self-washing place in beautiful downtown Dover, NJ.  I would put some quarters in a machine and wash my car as fast as possible, because the quarters bought me a certain amount of time.  For about $4, I could wash my whole car.  Not bad. 

Then one day, for some reason, I went to a paid car wash.  I think Wendy might've convinced me that the $8 was worth it for someone else to wash my car.  So I tried it. 

And, good Lord, was it awesome.  I drove up to the entrance, put my car in neutral, and let the big car washing machine take over.  I watched soapy water being shot at my car at high speeds.  I gazed at big finger-shaped sponges move back and forth across my windshield.  I was tempted to open my window to touch the "big spinning thing" (technical term).  It was hypnotizing.  I felt like a little kid watching his first fireworks display. 

Ever since then, I've loved going to the car wash.  Even when they keep increasing the price and giving me mediocre customer service, I just can't stop going back.  I'm addicted to the car wash. #travel