🚗💦 Sometimes I feel like I love washing my car more than it loves me.

I put on some music, grab the bucket and shampoo — and my little auto-zen ritual begins. Every motion is like meditation. Especially when passersby give me that look: “Is he washing the bumper for the third time?!” Yes, I am. The bumper is the car’s face, after all!

And of course, the final moment — when the car shines like a brand-new iPhone fresh out of the box, I stand there, admiring it... and right then, a mysterious bird bomb drops from the sky. 🐦💣

But you know what? I’ll wash it again tomorrow. Because that’s love. ❤️