A full tank and a clean car

Yesterday was a warm 60 some degrees. I decided to be productive and get a few things done on my lunch break. Namely, I needed to put gas in my car. I drove down the road and then I saw the gas station of my choice. The gas station was just recently opened, so all the gas pumps were still shiny and crying out to be used. The marquee that was towering over the road indicated that if I would purchase a car wash I would save 13 cents per gallon. (Let's pause right here. I realize that this is actually not really a deal. In order to "save" a dollar and sixteen cents I had to spend an extra five. So, I know it's not a deal, but it seemed convenient, and I needed to wash my car.) That "bargain" caused my heart to sing. YES! I need a car wash, and YES I want to "save" 13 cents a gallon. So that's what I did. I filled up my car, and quickly and happily drove around to the Car Wash. This is when my day really hit it's peak. This was not the new type of car washes that spray the water all around you while you sit stationary. This car was was one of those where you drive onto a belt thing-y and it moves you forward through a long tunnel. Not only that, BUT it did not just shoot water down at you. This car wash was decked out with spraying soap and water and the rubber washers that run along the tops and sides of any given car. It was just a few moments of relaxation, right in the middle of my work day. Let me tell you, there is nothing like sitting in the front seat of a car, moving along at a slow speed, no other traffic, listening to the radio, drinking a Dr. Pepper. I would go there every day if I could.

If only all of life was calm like a car wash...