I am working on an article about washing the bike and waxing my chain. It brought a memory to me from my past. It is not bike related… but think it might make you laugh, so here it goes. Background. There was a couple that lived across the street from me when I was growing up. Matille and Laurie. (drag those last syllables out and end on a high note). They were old. To my 12-year-old self – very old. As you know I would ride my bike all over. They would chase me in their car to tell me to get ON the sidewalk, get OFF the sidewalk, get out the way … I think one time they even drove up on the sidewalk to yell at me as I was trying to keep distance from them.
It was scary. Suffice it to say, they were not nice.
I did work for them for a while. I cut their grass at about age 14. Not sure why – guessing it was money. They were particular. Not in a good way. I mowed grass for many, but they were always difficult. There is a single blade of grass on the sidewalk; you need to get that. Stuff like that.
So, when a friend told me the following story I had to believe it.
My friend, Scott, told me they hired him to wash their car.
He said he washed and waxed it and it looked really nice (for an old decrepit vehicle). He said that Laurie came out to inspect. He was proud of his work but Laurie was particular and was inspecting it very close.
He said that to his surprise this old woman got on her back on the ground to look under the car. He was confused. The conversation went like this:
Laurie: You did not wash under here.
Scott: You do not see under the car so you do not wash it.
Laurie: I wash my butt everyday and no one sees it.
Yes, you guessed it, next thing you know Scott is on his back scrubbing the underside of her vehicle.
He never washed her car again. I steered clear of that house also…
