HOW LONG WILL YOU wait in line at a car wash?
Which line should we choose?
My husband and I recently waited for nearly half an hour at the Kwik Trip Car Wash in Faribault on a Saturday evening. Fourth in line. Next to a second line equally as long.
Moving up in line.
Arriving, we pondered which row to choose. Which will move faster? The one with the monster pick-up that doesn’t really appear in need of a wash? Or the other row? It’s a gamble. We chose the pick-up line. (Yeah, I know…)
I passed the time by deleting content from my cell phone. I took photos. I scanned the waiting vehicles and wondered why some were there, like that truck.
Before we headed over to the car wash, I snapped this photo through the dirty driver’s side window.
It was obvious why my husband and I were waiting. Road salt and grime layered our van from a 600-mile round trip to eastern Wisconsin when the windshield wipers and washer fluid dispenser worked over-time. We could barely see out the side and rear windows for the film of white.
Randy wished aloud for some car wash tune to play on the radio while he amused himself by timing the length each vehicle was in the bay.
Not exactly a night at the movies, but entertaining anyway in the form of car wash art.
As for me, I thought to myself, after 32 years of marriage, it’s come to this—a Saturday night date at the car wash. But, you know, I’m OK with that.
© Copyright 2014 Audrey Kletscher Helbling
Minnesota Prairie Roots 
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