Ok so my wife had to get a WOF today, so she took some stuff out of her car. 8 pairs of shoes, 3 weeks worth of letterbox junkmail, February’s Skywatch magazine, (yes I’m aware it’s almost March) one of the sashes from her bridesmaids dresses, we got married April last year by the way, some burger king sauce and an empty pack of M&Ms.
Apparently it’s called ‘baby brain’ to do things like that. It’s pretty adorable from where I’m sitting.
Here comes the segue...
Speaking of clean cars, (smooth eh!) I have a thing against intersection window washers, it’s probably a little unfair but to me they look like they’re on P. Lock your windows and avoid eye contact before they get their filthy brush anywhere near your car and abuse hell out of them if they go ahead and do it anyway. That’s my feeling anyway.
Anyway, a marketing opportunity has been finally been realised. The young Auckland woman at the top of Union street as you get ready to go either down Nelson, up Pitt or onto the Motorways wearing the white sportsbra and skimpy shorts is making a killing.
I‘m still not letting her near my car though. I can look but you can’t touch.. or something like that.