If you like nice weather, don’t have me wash cars, either mine or others. It seems, invariably, that whenever I cleanse a vehicle of its dirt and grime it invites rain or snow or frogs from the sky. I chalk this up to my inevitable cursitude. Washing cars is a necessity, after all, what’s the point in having a nice shiny new car if it’s not, well, shiny? Yet it is all a futile effort, as the car will just get dirty again, either by the sheer act of driving it or by mother nature deciding to take a leak.
But then again, perhaps it is the car washes that have finally mastered control of the weather. They know exactly when we wash and the best cycle for throwing the weather right at us. It’s a conspiracy, I tells ya!
…Or, the random number generator that is the world just likes to form coincidences sometimes.