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| - I got a coupon in the mail for this place, and thought it was for the little self-serve wash in the Arco station down the street. Why? Because I had no idea this place was even there. Finally found it sandwiched between a mariscos place and a llantera (universal description of every old strip mall in my neck of the woods), and drove around back.
I realized from the mid-century look of the covered patio with slanting posts and the ancient palm trees and oleanders that this place must have been there forever. Since I grew up in this neighborhood, I couldn't understand why I had never been here before. But then, my father had seven kids, a driveway, and a garden hose, so going to a carwash would have been out of the question.
Still, I was delighted to find it now. I LIKE the feel of a vintage atmosphere, so I was prepared to be happy, but as you may surmise from my rating, it all went downhill.
The proprietor seemed rude and brusque (AND, my coupon was expired. Uh-oh.) I thought it might be a language problem, but he came out and was arguing loudly with the guy vacuuming my car in his native tongue, so he was equally charming en espanol. And that vacuuming took over 25 minutes. We were the first car in line, and about 6 cars went to the wash area before mine. I had Little Guy with me, and he was getting antsy. They did have a little vending machine/game inside that only cost 25 cents, so I sent him back for repeated trips until I exhausted my quarter supply. Then, of course, he had to go to the bathroom. He is as oblivious to mess as the next 8 year old, but he came out with a dismayed expression on his face and told me it was "really bad" in there. I chose to take his word for it, especially since the parking lot was littered, the paint was peeling horribly off the ceiling, and there was a general coating of grease all over everything.
When they finally sent my car through the wash, I just wanted them to hurry, so of course another fight broke out between a couple of employees in the wipe-down area and things were delayed again.
Finally, just when I thought I would have to break down and check out the situation in the ladies' room, they waved me over. I hurriedly tried to jam in behind the wheel, only to discover that they had moved the seat so far up I was hunched up and could barely move, and they had somehow got it to stick in that position. I didn't care -I drove home like an elephant in a clown car, and raced in to use the bathroom. Then, I asked the Anaconda to go see if he could get the seat adjusted. He did, but pointed out to me that a large section of molding from around the passenger seat was tossed into the back. WTF? He fixed that, too, but I was not happy.
The ironic thing is, they actually did a very nice job of cleaning the car. The location is convenient for me, and the price is about the same as others much farther away.
BUT, the place is filthy, the management is hostile, and THEY BROKE MY CAR!!!
Bye, Felicia!
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