The day began well. The early job happened at a not-too-too late time. The early morning was lovely and soft-summery. The next item on the lengthy to-do list was interesting. We encountered someone's terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. Our intention: clean the car. Fist stop? The dumpster. We had assorted small bits of flotsam and jetsam that had accumulated for about a week. This is typical for us and probably for most people on the planet. We had barely begun our little task when the day's version of 'Alexander' accosted us. Apparently, some person or persons had been dumping the type of stuff that belongs at the dump and then driving away without using the paid services at this car wash. WELLLLLLLLLL. Did we hear about it. And WELLLLLLLLLLLL. We were chastised for someone else's bad behavior, treated like @#$^&, and as if that were not enough, we discovered issues with the paid services. There was no end piece on the vacuum. For our purpose, that did not matter. The air suction was powerful and the round, unadorned end did a great job of cleaning the interior of our vehicle. And WELLLLLLLLLLLLL. The missing end piece somehow became our crime, too. But we are intrepid, and I wanted to find out just what the heck could happen..... so I put in my ten quarters and started a four-minute car wash. Being just a little cynical, I started with power rinse and did not add product. This was a good choice because the car wash shut down after less than one minute. At the very end of the interesting encounter with 'Alexander' and their terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day, we informed ttptb (the tyrannical powers that be) that the car wash had shut down early. We did not request a refund. Why bother. We probably would have been killed or maimed for less than a five spot. We were told that we should find a better fit. We did not retort that everyone already has a better fit at any other car wash anywhere in the world.
The rest of the task list should be as usual: just a bunch of things to do between now and tomorrow so that I can do a bunch more things tomorrow and every day after that!
Bach is not noise, Madam. (Robert, in Two's Company)