M
Magickman
Guest
So there I was, driving my van on a suburban commercial street. This is not, strictly speaking, a family matter, but I want to explain.
Next to the VFW hall, there were a group of people, both adults and their children, all dressed in red T-shirts. They had a homemade sign reading “free car wash.”
I pulled my van into the parking lot, and the car washing commenced. A whole crew of parents and kids performed an outstanding hand wash of my van.
I found out that this was a local church group ( but not Catholic ) doing good deeds.
What’s more, I was offered a free lunch while the washing continued.
I offered the pastor a small donation, but he said donations were not being accepted.
Driving away in my now sparkling clean van, I had a good feeling about this experience.
Next to the VFW hall, there were a group of people, both adults and their children, all dressed in red T-shirts. They had a homemade sign reading “free car wash.”
I pulled my van into the parking lot, and the car washing commenced. A whole crew of parents and kids performed an outstanding hand wash of my van.
I found out that this was a local church group ( but not Catholic ) doing good deeds.
What’s more, I was offered a free lunch while the washing continued.
I offered the pastor a small donation, but he said donations were not being accepted.
Driving away in my now sparkling clean van, I had a good feeling about this experience.