I have a much greater tolerance for a bit of dirt on my car than husband does on his, so he’s the one who says to me “Your car needs a wash”. I generally shrug my shoulders and say I’ll get around to it eventually — which I absolutely would, if he ever gave me the chance. Instead I’ll notice he’s not in the house and go track him down — out in the driveway, washing my car. He’s happy to do it and I’m happy to have him do it, so I count that as a win-win.
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My husband never notices any work that needs to be done. That way he never has to do any work. Getting pretty tired of his lazy routine after 30 years. He is retired and has plenty of free time.
My dad once wrote “Clean Me” in the dust on a mirror in our hallway. My mom, being the dutiful 1950s wife she was, cleaned it instead of handing him a dustrag, like I would have done.
Da'Dad 7 months ago
Little disappointed in our hero. I have somehow lived to a ripe age without once feeling that urge.
charliefarmrhere 7 months ago
Do you think he just learned an important lesson?
Maizing 7 months ago
He did it wrong. You’re supposed to do that to someone else’s car.
C 7 months ago
Janis has no sense of humor
cracker65 7 months ago
Okay
baraktorvan 7 months ago
He isn’t cutting through dust, he is cutting through pollen! My grey deck is now yellow thanks to pollen, and my car is absolutely covered in it.
nosirrom 7 months ago
I’m glad I have a garage. No snow in the winter, no pollen in the spring, no hot seats in the summer, and no acorn dents in the fall.
Pocosdad 7 months ago
Hoist with his own petard.
Man of the Woods 7 months ago
Ask and ye shall receive.
Just-me 7 months ago
I hear Rose Royce singing: Car Wash.
Rayrayld Premium Member 7 months ago
That is why I write “I Love You” on my wifes window.
T Smith 7 months ago
Hoisted by his own petard.
MuddyUSA Premium Member 7 months ago
Arlo tried to impress Janis……..
markkahler52 7 months ago
At least he didn’t write, “Repair Me!”
feralcat_52 7 months ago
I’m afraid to wash my 30-year-old banger truck. I’m pretty sure the mud is the only thing holding it together!
soapy1976 7 months ago
Makes me think of Jim Croce. “Workin’ at the car wash blues” (YouTube)
assrdood 7 months ago
It looks like a “grocery-getter”. Who manually washes those? Just run it through the car wash.
JoHo Premium Member 7 months ago
The message should be written backwards so it can be read thru the rear view mirror.
raybarb44 7 months ago
Never tempt the Fates…..
Ermine Notyours 7 months ago
He should have written, “Test dirt. Do not clean.”
Emperor Rick 7 months ago
No trap so dangerous as the one you dig yourself.
nancy13g 7 months ago
I have a much greater tolerance for a bit of dirt on my car than husband does on his, so he’s the one who says to me “Your car needs a wash”. I generally shrug my shoulders and say I’ll get around to it eventually — which I absolutely would, if he ever gave me the chance. Instead I’ll notice he’s not in the house and go track him down — out in the driveway, washing my car. He’s happy to do it and I’m happy to have him do it, so I count that as a win-win.
And I just learned an interesting fact about the software used for this comment section. I tried to type win-slash-win there above, only to be warned that “URLs are not allowed in comments”. Um, what? But it wouldn’t let me post with the single slash there.
locake 7 months ago
My husband never notices any work that needs to be done. That way he never has to do any work. Getting pretty tired of his lazy routine after 30 years. He is retired and has plenty of free time.
rugeirn 7 months ago
Arlo, are you going to tell me you didn’t see that coming?
SpacedInvader Premium Member 7 months ago
Note to self.
Ron Bauerle 7 months ago
I still like the one I saw 45+ years ago: I am a dirty old back window.
cnhardman 7 months ago
My dad once wrote “Clean Me” in the dust on a mirror in our hallway. My mom, being the dutiful 1950s wife she was, cleaned it instead of handing him a dustrag, like I would have done.