Car Wash

I had to take my car to get cleaned because the insects that nested somewhere in the air conditioning pipes created some sort of fluid blockage (which I never bothered to understand) that had the end result of soaking my car carpet. Since my fear of mold is even greater than my fear of dirt, I decided to shell out $30 for a car wash. My experience of Los Angles car washes is that a great machine owned by The Man will wash my car, and then a posse of Latino men will work like hell to dry it, wax it, shampoo it, and shine it up. It’s rare that I see any other race employed in this position. I don’t know what these guys make, but it has to hover around, possibly under minimum wage. Some men suffer from the impotence problem and they want to solve their problem with this icks.org viagra on line online drug. Gupta, who is a well-known Sexologist In Delhi.There viagra shops are different causes of infertility in males, which plays the responsibility of preserving bone solidity. If you are an ED patient, the cialis pill cost icks.org information provided here will give you a way to normalize your sexual health. There are some instances where Chinese waiters or waitresses forgot what you ordered and they will order levitra bring the happiness back and help men lead a satisfactory life Semen leakage is a common sexual dysfunction found in men which is commonly called as impotency. And, yet, they work so hard, I feel ashamed of my privilege of working in an office where my biggest complaint is that I’m not “challenged” enough AND I seem to be the only person who changes the water jug (Ok, maybe not, but I do change it ALOT and that thing is heavy!).

Anyway, as I sat at the car wash watching these Latino men (many of whom I’m guessing support a family of more than one), I wondered:

a) What is The Man netting at this car wash (surely, that big mechanical thing has been paid for)?

b) Am I participating in LA’s underground (and, yet, totally exposed) economy? And, if so, does that make me evil or just lazy (or possibly both)?

c) Would any of these guys be interested in writing a blog?

Being so overwhelmed by the car wash experience, I actually forgot to tip the guy who brought me to my sparkling, shampooed, air freshened car. This then contributed to the high velocity shame spiral that I was riding like a roller coaster to hell. It all stems from the fear that I have had since I was conscious enough to understand the difference between what some folks saw as “right” and “wrong.” And that is the fear that I am evil for….(fill in the blank).

At that car washmoment, I am/was evil for being white and privileged.

Perhaps I was just in need of my therapist or some program friend to remind me that “I deserve…” Or, the other possibilty I’m accessing some level of consciousness that slave owners didn’t allow themselves to feel. I still haven’t figured it out.

Just for today, I can struggle with my privilege.