I just recently bought my first car. Long have I had dreams of my first car--but what I didn't dream of was becoming Crazy Car Woman. But first a little history is needed to fully comprehend the sheer obsuridity of the situation. For years I was given free use of my Dad's car, and it has been a longstanding joke between us regarding the state the car would be in when in my possession. It would not be uncommon for a passenger travelling in my car to have to carve a niche for themselves to sit in out of the garbage and other items floating around in my car. Or subject hitchhikers to sit in the back covered in gym clothes and holding a lap of textbooks, just to get to their coveted destination. Needless to say, I wasn't winning any awards for Cleanest Car of the Year. Now, back to the new car (as of yet unnamed-any suggestions? It is a 4 door Saturn, grey bronze in colour) and the genesis of Crazy Car Woman. I no longer have ANY tolerance for dirt of any kind on or in my car. People are no longer allowed to eat in my car, or if they do, it is at their own risk. I have also become very particular about the amount of dirt accumulating on the outside (lets not forget that Ol' Blue could have been coated in mud and grime, and I wouldn't have blinked an eye, nor considered washing it.)Yet, yesterday, I found myself in search of a car wash. So, it turned out that I had two options. One was a self serve place, and the other a place where you just sit in your car while other people wash it for you. Me, ever trying to be an "independant woman" who incidently (due to my very much single status) needs to prove that she has no need of a man to help her wash her car, head to the self-serve washing station. It was great fun!! There was a big soapy brush to sud up your car--and if I may say so myself, I was a car washing genius-and I was also pleasantly surprised at how easy it all was. Off into the sunset I drove, with my sparkling clean car. Aha! Now who needs a man?! Not I says the Car Washing Queen. Then the car dried, and the very visible soap scum all over my car was a like a neon sign announcing my car washing skills, particulary, the lack of. I tried to tell myself that it really wasn't that visable....but it was. So, now not only did I know that I couldn't wash a car properly, but everyone else did too....I tried to go and rinse it off again...but it was a no-go. I just don't possess the car-wash gene. So the next day, I had to drag my best friend E. to come with me to the car wash where they wash it for you....I wonder what they had to say.... At least I came out of the situation a more knowlegdable person...I now know that I cannot wash my car myself. Also I am going to have to give up on my dreams of becoming an "Independantt Car Woman". I am sure that there are worse things!! Until next time...