I have a much greater tolerance for a bit of dirt on my car than husband does on his, so he’s the one who says to me “Your car needs a wash”. I generally shrug my shoulders and say I’ll get around to it eventually — which I absolutely would, if he ever gave me the chance. Instead I’ll notice he’s not in the house and go track him down — out in the driveway, washing my car. He’s happy to do it and I’m happy to have him do it, so I count that as a win-win.
And I just learned an interesting fact about the software used for this comment section. I tried to type win-slash-win there above, only to be warned that “URLs are not allowed in comments”. Um, what? But it wouldn’t let me post with the single slash there.
My husband never notices any work that needs to be done. That way he never has to do any work. Getting pretty tired of his lazy routine after 30 years. He is retired and has plenty of free time.
My dad once wrote “Clean Me” in the dust on a mirror in our hallway. My mom, being the dutiful 1950s wife she was, cleaned it instead of handing him a dustrag, like I would have done.
Da'Dad 28 days ago
Little disappointed in our hero. I have somehow lived to a ripe age without once feeling that urge.
charliefarmrhere 28 days ago
Do you think he just learned an important lesson?
Maizing 28 days ago
He did it wrong. You’re supposed to do that to someone else’s car.
C 28 days ago
Janis has no sense of humor
cracker65 28 days ago
Okay
baraktorvan 28 days ago
He isn’t cutting through dust, he is cutting through pollen! My grey deck is now yellow thanks to pollen, and my car is absolutely covered in it.
nosirrom 28 days ago
I’m glad I have a garage. No snow in the winter, no pollen in the spring, no hot seats in the summer, and no acorn dents in the fall.
Pocosdad 28 days ago
Hoist with his own petard.
Man of the Woods 28 days ago
Ask and ye shall receive.
Just-me 27 days ago
I hear Rose Royce singing: Car Wash.
Rayrayld Premium Member 27 days ago
That is why I write “I Love You” on my wifes window.
T Smith 27 days ago
Hoisted by his own petard.
MuddyUSA Premium Member 27 days ago
Arlo tried to impress Janis……..
markkahler52 27 days ago
At least he didn’t write, “Repair Me!”
feralcat_52 27 days ago
I’m afraid to wash my 30-year-old banger truck. I’m pretty sure the mud is the only thing holding it together!
soapy1976 27 days ago
Makes me think of Jim Croce. “Workin’ at the car wash blues” (YouTube)
assrdood 27 days ago
It looks like a “grocery-getter”. Who manually washes those? Just run it through the car wash.
JoHo Premium Member 27 days ago
The message should be written backwards so it can be read thru the rear view mirror.
raybarb44 27 days ago
Never tempt the Fates…..
Ermine Notyours 27 days ago
He should have written, “Test dirt. Do not clean.”
Emperor Rick 27 days ago
No trap so dangerous as the one you dig yourself.
nancy13g 27 days ago
I have a much greater tolerance for a bit of dirt on my car than husband does on his, so he’s the one who says to me “Your car needs a wash”. I generally shrug my shoulders and say I’ll get around to it eventually — which I absolutely would, if he ever gave me the chance. Instead I’ll notice he’s not in the house and go track him down — out in the driveway, washing my car. He’s happy to do it and I’m happy to have him do it, so I count that as a win-win.
And I just learned an interesting fact about the software used for this comment section. I tried to type win-slash-win there above, only to be warned that “URLs are not allowed in comments”. Um, what? But it wouldn’t let me post with the single slash there.
locake 27 days ago
My husband never notices any work that needs to be done. That way he never has to do any work. Getting pretty tired of his lazy routine after 30 years. He is retired and has plenty of free time.
rugeirn 27 days ago
Arlo, are you going to tell me you didn’t see that coming?
SpacedInvader Premium Member 27 days ago
Note to self.
Ron Bauerle 27 days ago
I still like the one I saw 45+ years ago: I am a dirty old back window.
cnhardman 26 days ago
My dad once wrote “Clean Me” in the dust on a mirror in our hallway. My mom, being the dutiful 1950s wife she was, cleaned it instead of handing him a dustrag, like I would have done.