When I was 8 or 9, my parents took the family to Disney World. The rides were pretty cool, I got free candy, and people spontaneously burst into song.
I recently confessed to them that they could have saved several thousand dollars and just taken me to a car wash.
I don’t know what it is. I just get such glee from the magical car wash ride.
First, there’s the anticipation when you drive up to the exciting flappy things.
Then, everything goes dark!
Then you are attacked, by evil stringy wet monsters.
And their crazy whirling henchmen.
But you persevere, and eventually, you emerge triumphant. Thousands cheer.
Why is everyone not as excited about this as I am?