So I’m driving out to my Aunt & Uncle’s in Hillsboro to see my grandma who is in town from Nebraska. There were four car wash/fundraisers on the drive out, each seeming to share some sense of urgency. Maybe they know we’re going to have a water shortage and wanted us to get our cars cleaned before rationing….
Anyway, the last of the washes had two ungainly teenage girls and a dirty mustache boy waving signs. They obviously had less pull than the other car washes, and boy-stache tried to make up for it by attacking my masculinity.
“Dude, a pimp needs a clean ride.”
I wanted to laugh and point out how absurd it was that he suggest that I would even try to “pimp” in my mother-in-law’s car. Sure, the Camry is nice, and it rides so smooth and quiet that you can float the streets listening to jazz. But pimping? Kid needs to shave and stop watching MTV.
Grouchy old man.