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| - I was looking for a car wash on 7th street and came to this place thinking it was cheap with free vacuums. Wrong. I pulled up had a little panic attack in my crappy little 98 Toyota Camry and rolled down my window. There was an attendant standing next to my car and I tried to explain to him how I had never been to that type of car wash before, but in response he gave me a sympathetic look and said, "I don't speak English." Damn. I got out and pointed at the vacuum and said, "can I use that?" He shook his head and pointed at himself. I was sad because I park under a huge tree at school and there was tree debris in my hood and trunk panels that I knew they wouldn't get. Then a man came up to me and asked what I wanted. I said, "what's the cheapest wash you have?" He said that the basic got me a wash and vacuum, and it was ten dollars. First off, that's kinda pricy for a girl who works the occasional babysitting job and is planning on paying for a prom dress in the near future, so I wanted to just get in my car and drive off, but that wasn't gonna happen. I said sure, and he told me to leave my keys in the car.
I had no idea where to go. I just stood there like an idiot and watched as they cleaned my interior that still had my old receipts and water bottles in it because I wasn't planning on getting a full on car wash. Then a young guy came up to me and said I had a dent in my windshield that was "bigger than usual" and asked if I had seen it. Duh. It had been there since we bought the car four years ago. It was a sturdy crack. He then proceeded to ask if I had full coverage on the car. I had no idea what that meant, so of course, like an idiot, I said yes. He then asked me for my insurance card so he could call and tell them he was repairing my window. I then got light headed and fumbled for an excuse to not call my insurance because, I don't even know who my provider is. He understood, but by that time I was totally out of it and wishing I had gone to the sketchy self service car wash closer to my house.
Once I had had a little small talk with the guy he told me where to pay, and I sprinted to the little store tucked behind the wash and paid my ten dollars. Then I went out and watched as my car was put through the was and how the big dryers at the end sprayed a bunch of pollen from my trunk onto the wet bumper. Great. This was slighting cleaned off but not entirely, but at this point, I was ready to hop in my car and never look back.
Finally they were finished and I was pretty satisfied with the interior. I mean, I could've done it myself for three dollars and no panic attack but now I have learned my lesson.
I don't not belong at Francis and Sons.
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