While he worked he kept his spirits up by singing a traditional car-washing song:
🎶At the car wash, baby
Talking about the car wash, yeah
Come on y'all and sing it for me
Car wash, woah, car wash yeah! 🎶
When he'd finished, he told me I shouldn't expect this to become a habit, as it was strictly a one-off.
He made a very nice job of it — shiny and streak-free — so as a reward I've lent him some of my History of Modern Art books... once he'd thoroughly dried himself off.
Also, I made him swear to me he would never get the new car sign-written.
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