Yes, raining like a horse pissing on a flat rock, and there are a couple kids doing car washes. Kids from the local Southern Baptist church.

Now. I like a clean car as much as the next guy. But isn’t the point of a high school or church car wash less getting your car cleaned and more watching barely postpubescent girls scantily clad wash it? (and contribute to their cause, of course, yeah, that’s it) Who is going to line up to see sixteen year old girls in granny skirts and boys wearing ties and pants that have armpit-high waistlines wash your car?

Nobody, that’s who. I felt bad for them, but drove on anyway.