I arrived at the Honda dealer just as the service advisors were logging into their computers. After they took my van back to start working on a recall repair, I got a very nice, strong cup of coffee and found a high top table to sit at next to the sales area.
The salespeople don’t get in until about nine, so it was pretty quiet. As I sat, jotting down story ideas, a gentleman wandered through with a spray bottle and two microfiber cloths. He said, “‘Mornin’” as he did a quick detail on the vehicles on the showroom floor.
I said, “Good morning.” Then I added, “you wouldn’t think they’d get very dusty overnight.”
“You’d be surprised.”
It was a Monday morning, so he was probably wiping away a whole weekend’s worth of fingerprints, smudges, and dirt.
I wonder how many people touch the cars each day? Probably plenty. For some reason, fingers are drawn to smooth, shiny surfaces. They are a pleasure to touch. But it’s hard to keep them that way.
Some spend a lot of time and big bucks on car detailing to preserve that brand new look. Of course, it’s gone just a few miles down the road. Other cars look like they’ve never been washed.
Somewhere in between is probably the best I can do.
Waite for it... 