Car Wash

Matt has a thing for looking out the car window and saying hello to the people in the car next to us. This at times can be pretty embarrassing for the person driving the car (me?).

For the last couple of months as part of his school day and Job Transition curriculum, he is driven in a school bus to the Camden County Animal Shelter to work for an hour three times a week. Ms. Jackson is his bus driver for this trip. She’s known our family for years – since Megan and Mallory started Kindergarten 9 years ago. She’s Megan and Mallory’s middle school bus driver now. I get my info from all sorts of interesting sources, since it NEVER comes from the horse’s (Matt’s) mouth. I have spies everywhere.

On the way to and from the shelter, the bus passes a Car Wash. This is the Lamborghini of Car Washes. After the car goes through the mechanical brushes, the ladies and gentlemen of the Car Wash descend on your vehicle like yellow jackets on a can of Sprite in September. They spend another ten minutes spraying, scrubbing, wiping. Always busy. Closed on rainy days.

One afternoon Matt’s aide, Ms. M, opened the window to the bus. Matt stuck his head out the window and greeted the ladies and gentlemen as the bus passed the Car Wash.

Ms. M and Ms. Jackson taught him to say “Hola!”

Now the ladies and gentlemen of the Car Wash await the three times a week school bus and the man-child who greets them out the bus window with “Hola!”

I KNEW there was a reason I give them big tips. SMW