Gross

Last weekend I left the house early on Sunday. I was headed to work to continue working on my school project. This was all over my car, not just the windshield.

It's disgusting bird poop. I don't know what about my car screams "Wildlife Toilet" but they dive-bombed my sweet little CR-V. As I was leaving work to head home my car still looked disgusting and I knew I had to get it washed immediately. At 9am on a Sunday morning there aren't many cars in Milledgeville. At 5pm on a Sunday afternoon there are tons of people out and about and I was too embarrassed to continue driving around in that filth. I found a gas station car wash (that wouldn't take my money at the machine so I had to go inside to ask for help). The attendant said, "Your car needs a wash BAD!" No kidding. Nine dollars later I was sitting pretty. It still needs a good scrub here and there but at least I don't have to park and then run away as fast as I can before someone sees that I'm the driver.