Two Saturdays ago was a beautiful day here in Birmingham.
Gabe and I attended a birthday party for one of his classmates that
morning and were headed home around 1pm. I pulled into a Car Wash on
Valleydale road. I cleaned out my car, vacuumed all the gold fish crumbs
and candy wrappers and my next move was “The Works”. I noticed they added
the “touch” option since I last visited (which I usually never do), but I
thought, “hey, it’s not like I’m driving a BMW, so I’ll choose “touch” and get
a good scrubbin…….”
I pull into the carwash and Gabe is a little scared from the loud noises. I tell him not to worry, it will be over soon. He points to the large rubber brush and says, “Mommy I don’t like that brown thing” Again, I calm him down and explain that it’s simply washing the car. The “big brown thing” wasn’t spinning, which I thought was odd, but it was laying on the hood of my car and slowly moving forward. All of a sudden I hear popping and cracking and I look up from my phone and realize that my entire windshield is in the process of shattering…..I scream, Gabe screams and I jump out of my car as fast as I can and get him out of his seat and run barefoot out the back of the carwash. Fortunately the car wash had stopped, so we didn’t get sprayed with water and soap on our run out (although that would make the story better). I put Gabe in a strangers car while I went back to my car to get my purse and shoes which were covered with glass…..
We hung out at the car wash the next 4.5 hours waiting on everything to get taken care of…….
It was a LONG day.
I’m pretty sure Gabe was traumatized and will never visit a car wash again………nor will I
I pull into the carwash and Gabe is a little scared from the loud noises. I tell him not to worry, it will be over soon. He points to the large rubber brush and says, “Mommy I don’t like that brown thing” Again, I calm him down and explain that it’s simply washing the car. The “big brown thing” wasn’t spinning, which I thought was odd, but it was laying on the hood of my car and slowly moving forward. All of a sudden I hear popping and cracking and I look up from my phone and realize that my entire windshield is in the process of shattering…..I scream, Gabe screams and I jump out of my car as fast as I can and get him out of his seat and run barefoot out the back of the carwash. Fortunately the car wash had stopped, so we didn’t get sprayed with water and soap on our run out (although that would make the story better). I put Gabe in a strangers car while I went back to my car to get my purse and shoes which were covered with glass…..
We hung out at the car wash the next 4.5 hours waiting on everything to get taken care of…….
It was a LONG day.
I’m pretty sure Gabe was traumatized and will never visit a car wash again………nor will I
Today my car is still in the shop.....over $1500 worth of damage. I had a rental car for a week and now I am driving my dad's huge truck- so watch out for me out there, I'm not too great at parking....
My friend Kristen's car was burned to a crisp in her school parking lot last year. The car next to it caught on fire and then it moved on to Kristen's. How do these things happen to us?!?
that is so scary!! Hope you have good insurance and the car wash company pays for your damage! Poor Gabe. You try to calm him of his fears and it totally backfires :/
ReplyDeleteIs it terrible that I laughed a little when reading this?! You know how I laugh at things that are NOT funny!!! I can just imagine G pointing and saying he did not like the brown thing. LOL!! I'm so glad ya'll are ok though.
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