My family used to live on a dirt road. Having a car caked with dust and mud was a way of life, and car washes were few and far between. Over time, the grime would cover the side panels and rear windows, and no self-respecting pedestrian can resist a good “Wash Me” Gram written on the glass.
What’s unfortunate is that millions of pedestrians seem to think that “wash me” is the only option for such scribblings. If faced with the opportunity again, I might scrawl a haiku; but Scott Wade can do much, much better:
Hmmm… this looks ripe with opportunity!
photo ©2006 John McDavitt
shofar, so good 