Sometimes I'm stupid in car washes. I don't know what happens: Brake? No? Neutral? What? Over? Good? Despite this, the attendant today made me feel like I was brilliant and was so pleasant about everything that I thought "hey! Maybe I am good at this!" until I had to figure out when the blow dry was over and time to drive... Later that day when I parallel parked with six inches in front and six inches behind me (my superpower) I realized I might need carwash therapy. Or more visits to Clean Freak. After today, gladly.