Car wash therapy

No school again today! And being unable to have fun as I am, I'm freaking out about how behind we now are on this or that...

What are warm feet? I don't remember. Tonight I might try scattering some piping hot baked potatoes in my bed before getting in.

I went to the best car wash today. Well, maybe not the best. The best is either the combination car wash/soul food restaurant in Pontiac or the car wash in Detroit that doubles as rock show venue in the summer. But this one did offer a little free counseling, which was a nice bonus. See, I HATE going through the car wash. As a kid, I thought those long black rubber strips had something to do with witches, and that, of course, scared me - to be surrounded by witches and trapped in the car. Then as an adult, I once got kind of stuck inside a carwash and had to back out. Not good. So, the whole think makes me anxious, but I've been trying to do more of the kinds of things other adults do, like occasionally warsh the car, so I gathered my courage and did it. "Don't look so nervous," the guy at the front end said. "What's wrong?" "Well, I don't like this very much," I said. The guy stopped his bustling about. He put down his clipboard so as to give me his full attention, and he put his hands right on the bottom of my window. "What are you afraid of?" "Getting stuck." "What are you REALLY afraid of?"

So I broke down in tears and poured out everything, every twisted fear and worry I harbor in my soul, and he said, "It's going to be ok, I promise."

Except I didn't really break down in tears or bare my soul. Still, it was the most supportive and encouraging car wash experience I have ever, ever had. As I was being pushed through all the various components, I did feel a little fearful, I can't deny it. I felt assaulted and trapped. But the soothing voice of the guy who took my money? It helped, at least a little.