Washing the Car

Just after I met my ex, I offered to wash her car. I get to her house ready to go when I see 6 lawn chairs lined up in the driveway. Huh, that’s weird I thought. Maybe they’re having an outdoor show later and seating is very limited. Soon the chairs were filled with Aunts and Uncles lined up to watch me wash the car. I felt like Michael Corleone walking Appolonia through the hills of Sicily with 14 generations of her family  close behind. Not to mention the two big guys in the corner over there with their hands crossed in front of them. It’s not unusual to be nervous about meeting your girlfriend’s family, but it IS unusual to feel like this will be the last time you wash this or any other car if you miss a spot.

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