Building of Doom

After school on Friday we packed up and headed for the coast. On the way out of town, Dad drove us into this big, strange, garage type building and handed money to a man. We pulled forward into a scary looking machine and stopped the car. I was very suspicious when I started to hear loud, weird, swooshing sounds.

I quickly looked around to see what was going on (yes, that is graham cracker on my sweet little face).

The car was being pounded with water and a crazy spinning brush came out of no where and began scrubbing my window!

 

No longer enjoying this little "ride", I expressed my dissatisfaction and confusion to my parents.

And just as quickly as it had all began, it was over. Phew.