At the Car Wash. . .

A couple of weeks ago, I decided it was time to wash the car. So I drove down the street to the car wash, and put in my quarters and started the high pressure soap. As I started to spray my car, a homeless man walked by and stopped to yell something at me. I asked what, because I couldn't hear him, and he walked closer still talking. So I stopped spraying and asked him "what" one more time. Then I heard him say "will you please spray me on high pressure?" I asked if he was serious, and he said "yes, spray me hard." So I did, not remembering that I was using the soap. But he said thank you and walked away. Now, I don't know what is worse, the fact that I soaped a bum or the fact that I kept asking him what, inviting a potentially scary person into a car wash bay with me. Either way, I thought that was probably one of the strangest things that has ever happened to me.

Even stranger. . .I saw him the next day.