I really needed to get my car washed this week. It's been a while since its last wash, but the last place I went to wanted $12 for the wash I needed so I could get my undercarriage done. Their cheapest is $7, which is fine, but I didn't look at the cheapest price when I was there.
I wanted one of those places where you do it yourself. I found one and went to see how much it cost and what sort of payment it took. I was super happy to see they took card, so I immediately started in, except right after I started I realized I didn't have any towels!
Panicked, I completely forgot to use the scrub brush to scrub the dirt off my car, so I just rinsed and hurried over to the Walgreens across the street to pay $7 for a bundle of cheap terry towels that were stained with something weird, but I didn't care because I needed something ASAP. By then most of the water was almost dry, and all I did was smear the dirt all over my car. -_-
I said screw it, and went to the automatic car wash place for the $7 wash. I used the towels to dry off what their driers didn't get. However, I noticed there were some prominent scratches on my trunk and wondered if they'd always been there. I had read reviews online about this place scratching peoples' cars, but I always figured it was just people with those super expensive cars who always complain about everything hurting their precious, precious car. Maybe they were right? My car is old, so a few extra scratches isn't going to hurt its appearance.
Now that I know better, am better prepared, and how to use the DIY car wash, I will go there next time and only spend maybe $3-4 washing my own car.
In other news, I went out to the field today! I also let my supervisor know that I wanted more projects to do. There are certainly many things he wants me to do, but since he got back from California a few weeks ago, he's been struggling to answer 250+ emails. This is down from 300+ after he deleted the irrelevant stuff he didn't need to answer. He was in the office all day, answering those emails, meeting with people, and doing whatever else. I'm glad I stepped up and got myself a field assignment.
My roommate with the dirty feet has been gone for a few days. I don't know why, don't care, and don't know when she'll be back, but tonight I decided to scrub her footprints out of the bathtub. It actually takes a little effort. I guess it's the oils. I hope she's not back for a while yet because I want to shower without the shower mat I've been using to shield my feet from her grossness.