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car washes! either the antichrist or jesus eich christ himself!
personally, i've never had a bad experience with car washes, i roll in, wash my car, and drive off.
till today.
now here's the thing, i was on a pretty tight schedule.
i'm going across the god damn country tomorrow, so i get the essentials (2 packs of black dunhill fine cuts, a couple of redbulls and a cinnamon roll).
i light a dunhill.
i'm ready to fucking roll, right?
fuck no.
my car is dirty. shit. FUCK. i can't roll in with a dirty ride. that's not the skramz style, you know?
so i drive to the nearest car wash, put a few coins in, and begin.
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
i light a dunhill...
sweet.
time to soap it up
PSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..
and...
SHIT.
i realised i had no coins. odd predicament i've placed myself into.
so i go to the machine that converts paper $ > coins, drop a 5 and...
the fucker doesn't drop anything. i think, maybe a glitch right?
and put ten more bucks and... nothing.
no fucking coins drop, and i have 15 bucks less, my car is soapy, and i think...
maybe i shouldn't have gone impromptu racing on the muddiest backroad with a shit 90s german hatchback...
but i had to do something, so i ring up the owner, and i get the guy str8 up tells me "yeah dude i'll be there in an hour no worries".
issue.
BIG issue.
i'm only wearing a hoodie, in like 8C weather.
i light a dunhill.
and i sit, and wait.
i light a dunhill.
some other dude comes in, i warn him not to put money in that machine, i feel like a hero.
i light a dunhill.
i think that in near 20 years of my life i'd never been in such a situation, how odd...
i light a dunhill.
i think about blaming the government. i'm cold.
i light a dunhill.
my car looks like someone blew snot on it. i'm disappointed in myself.
i light a dunhill.
finally, the guy comes.
i put out my dunhill.
he apologises, thanks me for calling him, and returns my money (finally!)
i then spend another hour obsessively cleaning my interior and exterior.
of course, knowing full well i'm going i'm getting my ride dirty because i can't stop driving like a maniac on dirt roads.
i finish, get in my car, roll the window down, put cheri lady on and...
i light a dunhill.
personally, i've never had a bad experience with car washes, i roll in, wash my car, and drive off.
till today.
now here's the thing, i was on a pretty tight schedule.
i'm going across the god damn country tomorrow, so i get the essentials (2 packs of black dunhill fine cuts, a couple of redbulls and a cinnamon roll).
i light a dunhill.
i'm ready to fucking roll, right?
fuck no.
my car is dirty. shit. FUCK. i can't roll in with a dirty ride. that's not the skramz style, you know?
so i drive to the nearest car wash, put a few coins in, and begin.
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
i light a dunhill...
sweet.
time to soap it up
PSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..
and...
SHIT.
i realised i had no coins. odd predicament i've placed myself into.
so i go to the machine that converts paper $ > coins, drop a 5 and...
the fucker doesn't drop anything. i think, maybe a glitch right?
and put ten more bucks and... nothing.
no fucking coins drop, and i have 15 bucks less, my car is soapy, and i think...
maybe i shouldn't have gone impromptu racing on the muddiest backroad with a shit 90s german hatchback...
but i had to do something, so i ring up the owner, and i get the guy str8 up tells me "yeah dude i'll be there in an hour no worries".
issue.
BIG issue.
i'm only wearing a hoodie, in like 8C weather.
i light a dunhill.
and i sit, and wait.
i light a dunhill.
some other dude comes in, i warn him not to put money in that machine, i feel like a hero.
i light a dunhill.
i think that in near 20 years of my life i'd never been in such a situation, how odd...
i light a dunhill.
i think about blaming the government. i'm cold.
i light a dunhill.
my car looks like someone blew snot on it. i'm disappointed in myself.
i light a dunhill.
finally, the guy comes.
i put out my dunhill.
he apologises, thanks me for calling him, and returns my money (finally!)
i then spend another hour obsessively cleaning my interior and exterior.
of course, knowing full well i'm going i'm getting my ride dirty because i can't stop driving like a maniac on dirt roads.
i finish, get in my car, roll the window down, put cheri lady on and...
i light a dunhill.