Today Ivan and I are gonna kidnap his dad’s super crusty dusty dirty stinky nasty toyota van and take it in for a cleaning. Ivan’s idea. A belated birthday present, I believe, from Ivan to his dad, this car-washing thing. Yes, we’re gonna take it to a place in San Rafael and they’re gonna try to talk us into the super-duper two-hundred-dollar clean-up special. Which is what it needs. But we’ll just go in for the wash and vacuum, nothing fancy, just muck it out real good for twenty or thirty bucks. Run it through the car wash and then sit back while a team of hispanic workers descend upon the unsuspecting van, armed with big bottles of spray cleaner, endless hand towels, and a high-powered vacuum cleaner. I hope they’re ready for us.
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