Monday, August 29, 2016

Define Disability

I get our car washed near where I work. It's a great place to have them do inside and outside cleaning and it comes with a 72-hour rewash guarantee should it rain.

I'm told that got started in California, much to the surprise of Albert Hammond, and made its way East. I always get the full package because I'm lazy and they do a great job. I have never come back and asked for a do-over car wash if it rains.

The car wash is in a strip mall with a laundromat and a pawn shop that predates the two Native American casinos just up the road. I mention that because in the last twenty-plus years pawn shops have been a growth industry in Southeastern Connecticut for obvious reasons.

The other shop in the strip mall, perhaps putting the strip in its name is an adult bookstore and bar (I think they have separate entrances; I am not allowed to investigate and make sure). I am unable to report if you can check out a book and a raincoat and have a seat on the flight line while the girls take off on the runway but as you can tell from my fevered imaginings, I've given it some thought.

Driving past it on my way out of the car wash on Saturday, I noticed they now have handicapped parking. I thought about that for just a moment and decided I'm already on the short list for Hades in the next life and there's no need to start boxing with God, especially since it's not just my arms that would be considered short.
-bill kenny

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