At the Carwash

We got back from a short vacation at the beach on Monday, so I went to get the car washed. I was tired from driving all day, then doing the things necessary to get back into the groove of our daily lives, so I paid for the full service wash. While I was waiting, a young lady wearing a white sundress, with a tattoo of Chinese characters along the top of her foot, sat directly across from me. This was my view:


It’s good to be home.