ah va-nilla

Yesterday the weather was nice the traffic sucked and I didn't care. The sun was shining and I decided to get the car cleaned. I went to the Texaco on 85th. That place just rocks. Since I hadn't done it in years or to my beetle for that matter I shot the works. Now I didn't go for a detail which involves hand waxing or anything, I just did the top package.

After a charming conversation with the cashier about how shell (yes shell) comes in and takes off 3 points from their inspection every time because they wear the car wash uniform instead of a shell outfit.

um it's a Texaco. So shell wants their people with Texaco signs and a shell uniforms. No idea.

I went out and sat on the porch and my beetle came through without it's antenna. I said "shit" and I looked at my paper and it said "not responsible for antennas" and a whole bunch of other crap. I thought well fuck. It look sheered off. I watched the lady wash my glass inside and then the dash and treat the leather seats. I thought well I'll just get a new one of those. As she finished she pulled the antenna out of the car and put it on. Shit... I didn't even know it would come off. BAM.

I popped in it and was overcome by the smell of the air freshener. I'm thinking they did it a little heavy but this morning in the am (under redundant... see redundant) when I popped open the car and hopped in and the vanilla was just right...

I came in a little late today because I have a meeting til 5:00pm and we (they) don't have Dance anymore. I didn't want to get into the mess known loosely as 'the highway' so I stuck to the regular old streets all the way to work. I stopped and got this shot:



I should have put my main camera bag back into beetle I would have taken a nice slide, but I only had the little digital.

The drive was very nice and all the way I could smell the vanilla...