Car Wash In The Rain 6

Here I am at the car wash, waiting on my car to be washed, waxed, vacuumed, and flushed of all dirt and grime our recent beach trip generated. It is raining.

Yeah. I know. It is really dumb to wash your car on a rainy day. But, what do you do when your boss, err wife tells you to get the car cleaned out? You have no choice but to obey. When She Who Is To Be Obeyed speaks, you learn to listen after forty or so years of marital bliss, or something like that.

So, I sit here, typing a little blog into my computer, and lo and behold, the sun is coming out. Maybe the daily rain is over!

On the other hand, I think I have discovered a new physical principle.

Do you remember the rule about washing your car? If you wash your car, it is certain to rain. Now, we learn that this is a world of opposites. The new rule is, when you wash your car in the rain, the sun is bound to shine.

It all makes sense, now. Sunshine brings rain, and the rain brings sunshine. Get used to it.

6 comments

  1. Well, you do live in a tropical paradise. I would think that Venezuela would be kind of like Florida, it has to rain everyday. By the way, I understand that there is a women’s field hockey star that is the best looking female since Miss Universe. I thought field hockey was a testosterone fueled sport. What gives in Venezuela?

  2. We are so desperate for rain and I am afraid that rule has been broken in Arkansas. No rain, but lots of bird poop!

    So, tell me, how did your wife manage to be boss, I need to get mine to listen to me…..

  3. Hmmm… How did she get to be boss? First of all, we love each other and are best friends. Secondly, she has the money. I think that pretty well defines the relationship. I got laid off ten years ago, and she kept working. Tell me, who got lucky?

  4. Her family did….she caught you. We get to enjoy you, your humor and company (not often enough for me, though)

  5. Thanks, Annie. As you know I am proud to be part of her family, too. Get you spare room ready. We are talking about traveling. We need to get re-acquainted.

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