Stop for a moment and consider all the possibilities that title, “Reverse Car Wash,” brings to mind.

Some of you see that sign along the highway and think of clean cars being made dirty. Others imagine a scenario where a car is waxed and dried by hand before being run through the scrubbers and finally having its air freshener removed from the rear view mirror.

One postcard sent in from a fellow in Montana(!) suggests that the inside of the car is filled with foamy soap clouds and hot water while the driver holds his breath.

And it may just be as simple as all of us Americans abandoning auto travel entirely and riding unicycles and camels to work.

Let’s just stop right now. The phrase,”Reverse Car Wash,” as referenced in the title of this post and found tattooed on the left calf of this dead stranger has nothing to do with how filthy your Dodge Caravan appears.

Instead it is code. Code that says to all who have eyes to see that this coming Sunday will be a Reverse Sunday, meaning a Monday, which according to my calendar (The Many Moods of Garfield, $9.99 at Green Apple Hallmark) is Christmas.


Chris Weagel

Chris Weagel writes about the intersection of technology and parenting for Wired Magazine. No he doesn't. He can't stand that shit.

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