Thursday, May 4, 2017

It's a Rainy Day in Georgia

We live in north Georgia, where the Chattahoochie meanders, and the kudzu devours small buildings and cars parked in overnight parking lots. Our water source is Lake Lanier, but last I read it was at least 10 feet below full pool. It's been quite some time that we have had a water ban on,  

Now, let's just be right up front here and tell you that Ronnie Dale was a sergeant in the Army. Specifically, he was a gunnery sergeant in Viet Nam. What this really means is that Ronnie Dale is "by the book". So, if he wants to wash the car he goes to a special car wash that uses recycled rainwater. Ronnie Dale would never, ever break a rule. This fact is absolutely, positively an alien notion for me, and consequently, he and I lock horns often about it. 

Ronnie Dale insists on a  clean car. So, this morning, while I was breaking rules and sleeping in until 10 a.m., it began to rain.  And he, who usually complains about the rain because it gets his car dirty, especially when it rains when he "just washed the car yesterday", pulled the car from the garage out into the elements. The rain usually lasts about two minutes here, But, wait! It'll rain again in fifteen or so.

When I got up, Mr. Clean was strutting and smiling and so very proud of himself. Seems that when it stopped raining, Ronnie Dale pulled the car back into the garage, got out his cherished chamois, and wiped down the car. Smugly he reported that, due to his genius, the car was washed for the week. And at no cost to us.

All I could do was shake my head at this man who could squeeze three cents out of a penny. I had to admit, though only to myself, that it was a reasonably smart thing to do, if you care about having a clean car, that is. But, who are we kidding? Only a nut would believe that car wouldn't get washed at least another time before the week was over.

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