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I love the car wash. I mean, I love going through the car wash. Sure, I get a shiny shiny car at the end, which can reflect everything I drive by or park near, but it's the process that I love. First, I drive into a cave and slip the car into neutral. Then, I am drawn in by invisible forces as a thousand floppy robot tongues lick me clean. Finally, I'm spit out the other side and the nice smiling men rub down every inch of the car with soft rags. Puts me in a good mood every damn time.