Soaked at the car wash...

Brent played a mean trick on me the other day at the car wash. He said that he didn't intentionally do it, but I tend not to believe him. He did not clamp the roof down enough on his convertible, and thus when we went through the wash there was foam spitting everywhere and it seeped inside the car and soaked my right shoulder. Brent laughed and laughed; he said all convertibles have a little seepage. I have yet to confirm this with other sources, but I plan to do so in the next few days with some reputable car dealerships.

The worst part about the whole thing was that I was late for a lunch date with a pretty girl. When Brent dropped me off at the small bistro he could not contain his laughter. He could not wait to hear how my date responded when she saw that I looked as if I had just done a few laps in the swimming pool.

I was grateful that she was a really cool girl. At the table I told her right away what happened. She said that she had never heard in all of her twenty years of someone who had gotten wet at the car wash. Samantha then said: "You look kind of cute all soaking wet...despite the whole thing being a lil bit retarded. Is that soap on your ear?"