Have not used one for about 12 years now. Picked my car up from the airport after a long week and stopped for gas. I wanted the car nice for the weekend but was too tired to wash it that day. So I selected a wash. Drove up and waited. The doors opened and I drove in. As the doors started to close I felt even more uneasy. Trapped. I looked over and there were those buffing arm with the rubber fingers. Now I understood the gravity of my lapse in judgement. It sprayed who knows what kind of acid on my paint and those rubber fingers started slapping against my paint. Now I thought I was going to throw up. After that was done, sprayed some more crap into the car like it was birthday cake frosting. God only knows what it was. One more rinse and a quick dry and I took off out of there.
Now _I_ feel dirty!
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