Clean Car Wash

Clean & Green
I
COME FROM A LONG HISTORY OF CAR PEOPLE.
My maternal lineage brims with the sort of people that spend
their Sunday afternoons detailing their cars with q-tips; the sort of
people that would never eat a burger within the leathery confines
of their vehicles; and the sort of people that would never, under any
circumstance, park next to a minivan. “Ugh. Minivans. A sure sign of
rugrats with grubby hands,” scoffed my Grandpa Jimmy.
The buck stops here.
I let random junk pile up in the backseat. Shopping bags, changes of
clothes, gum wrappers, and errant french fries. I’m not bothered by the
mess until my co-workers and I decide to go out for lunch together. I can
never drive the group. Because of the mess, you see.
Every few weeks, the mess starts to bother me.
So I go to the carwash. Specifically, the brand new, Clean Car Wash in
the TaigaNova Industrial Park (from the bottom of Confed, turn left and
travel about 2 minutes up Hwy. 63. The park is on your right-hand side).
The Clean Car Wash is located right beside the new bottle depot. This car
wash comes with an impressive fact-sheet: it’s the largest in Fort McMurray
with 12 bays (each measuring 22 feet wide), it has a coin/swipe card meter so
that you only pay for exactly what you need, and it includes a pet wash.
It’s certainly progressive on the eco-friendly scale, too, since it uses only
environmentally friendly soaps and recycled rain water. But I don’t care
about all of that.
What I care about is this: the equipment is brand, spanking new. The
vacuum sucks hard (insert 6th grade style giggle here) and actually picks
up all the little pebbles on my mats quickly and thoroughly. The wand
releases a stream powerful enough to clean surfaces upon contact. You
know those infomercials where ladies demonstrate absurdly effective
detergents? I pretend to be in one of those when I use the wand.
There are other car washes in town. But the Clean Car Wash? My
Grandpa Jimmy would have approved.