Uncle Herman really loved his car. He loved to keep it all clean and shiney. I would love to help him. I would soap it up and rub and rub and rub. It was wet and soapy and I would get so messy. He loved when I did that. It was a very messy job so he always had me wear a swim suit when I cleaned up the car.
And high heels for some reason.
I never understood why. I guess we just had a failure to communicate.
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