I Hope the Salt Dissolves their Finger

It seems I never run out of "bloggable moments" around here. My post about the carwash PRECEDED an unsolicited walk-by "Wash-me"ing scrawled into my rear window over the weekend. My car was blanketed in a thick "Protective" covering of salt after a trip to CT during a snowstorm and really stood out from the rest of the cars in the neighborhood. So, I decided to take it to a drive-through carwash at a gas station. First of all, I had to wait LITERALLY 45 minutes behind 4 other cars, rather than my fervent dream that those ahead of me would spontaneously "part" like the Red Sea in tribute to my OBVIOUS extreme need. When I finally got into the bay, it turned out to be a touchless carwash (no brushes--although I am sure the rest of the world that actually does WASH their car more than every 3 years knows this) so I was a little skeptical about the effectiveness, but it was a pretty vigorous wash. As I was leaving, though...I took one last look in the rear view mirror. Sure enough, you can still see the "Wash Me" as clear as day. Bastards.