After waiting, what seemed an eternity, I finally pulled up to the machine to pay for my Dusty Ole Blu's soak and shine, the strangest thing happened...
I am fiddling and pleading with the box, to please take my money. The sweetest little man came to the discard bin, next to my car, to collect the day's waste of plastic and can. He was pointing at me and laughing, while slapping a reversed peace sign to chest. Being a bit eccentric myself, I thought okay and I asked what he was talking about....
Well, it seemed he didn't speak english, so I motioned with my hands and a question on my face, that I didn't understand. He was still slapping Victory to his chest, laughing and pointing at me and then over my head toward a parking lot full of dirty old rides.
I finally got the stubborn woman inside the box, to take my money and I placed my Blu at the entry gate to wait for my money's worth. The curious sort that I am, I got out of the car and walked back to the sweet old man and again tried to understand. As he discarded plastic from the can, to his own bag, he was laughing even harder now, with that mysterious V, at his breast, he kept pointing near and far. It was Blu's turn to have her bath, I had to move along, the little man turned backed to save some cans.
I knew enough, that he was not asking for help. It was the strangest experience I thought, while watching the bubbles explode on the screen in front of me, as I pulled the reins to a halt...I was suddenly thinking about the peace chat, I had been having before pulling into the long line.
Hmmm, time for the waxing??? No Thank You, I don't want any more carrots. I guess the joke is on me, and I really believed there was a chance for peace.
Blu was shiny and clean, we went along our way. I will never forget that Sweet Little Man with Victory on his chest.