While he worked he kept his spirits up by singing a traditional car-washing song:
πΆAt 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! πΆ
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 β shiny and streak-free β 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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