We went to get the car washed yesterday. Though not an automatic carwash, it brought up memories - though not in chronological order.
Memory 1: When Kimball learned to talk, he'd talk with such excitement that he'd often stumble over his words and came across as stuttering; he would also put himself in third person. Kimball LOVED vehicles, dump trucks, cranes, cherry pickers, tractors . . . you name it. He really did know the names and what they did. My mom thought he would be fascinated by the car wash as well. He wasn't. He was actually very freaked out.
"I'm sorry, Kimball," (once in the automatic car wash has started, the driver needs for it to finish before exiting) "but I really thought you might like the carwash."
"Kimball doesn't li-li-like the carwash. Kimball wa-wa-wants to go."
Grandma pointed out the light that was red and told Kimball that once it turned green we could go. Kimball was so focused on that red light that I think he forgot how scary he thought the carwash was. As soon as the light turned green he cried, "Go, Grandma, Go!"
Memory 2: I don't know how old I was when this next memory took place. I'm not even sure if I was in the car with mom or if I had just heard her relate it often enough that it felt as though I had been there.
There is a sign with the directions on what one is supposed to do in the automatic car wash. I think ROLL UP WNDOWS was number one, which she did. But as she got closer to actually going through, she had to roll the window down to insert the coins. She forgot to roll the window up and had just come from the hair salon. Her next errand was picking up a prescription or groceries or something. She pointed to her hair and told the cashier that this is what hair looks like before and after going through a carwash with the window down. She said it gave the cashier a laugh. But I remember her ragging on about it each time we'd go through that it specifically said to Roll Window before inserting your coin.
Memory #3 There was a carwash (not automatic) across the street from the ice cream parlor where I used to work. I remember a group of teenage kids approaching the store after hours. Instead of spending money on ice cream, they decided to go across the street and have a water fight using the car wash hoses.