Workin’ at the car wash

So, my girly-girl friend and her girly-girl friends decided to have a car wash to raise money for victims of hurricane Katrina. (We’ve already established that I’m not a girly-girl, but sending money and hand-me-downs from my air-conditioned home didn’t feel like enough, so I threw my sponge in.)

Now, I hate being the center of attention, so naturally, I volunteered to stand alone out on the eight-lane road, holding up a bright red poster directing cars to our little fundraiser.

This was after I cut off the bottom half of my standard-issue “Charity Chicks” T-shirt, the back of which read, “Get your car clean’a to help the victims of Katrina.” (I’m not joking. Wish I were. I didn’t write it. Hope you figured that out on your own.)

So, yeah. I, the reclusive writer-chick, spent about three hours on one of the busiest roads in town, dressed like I just got off work at Hooters, prancing around with my sign like a ring girl at a boxing match.

Oh– and dancing. Almost forgot that part.

You may not know this about me, but I’m not much of a dancer. I’ve been called “Grace” a lot in my life, but I know a lot of folks who speak with their tongues in their cheeks.

But today, I was out there sweating off my sunscreen and Car Wash (the Rose Royce version) was playing in my head. And really, who can hear that song and not move? Honestly.

Couldn’t stay hydrated. It must’ve been in the mid-90s today and there was no shade on my little patch of sidewalk beside the 7-11 parking lot. So I kept trotting back to the lot for bottled water and a hose-down. (Which made my sunscreen turn white, like milk was drizzled all over me. Which is a good look — if you’re a cookie.)

Happily, I think we raised almost $2,000 today. A good chunk of the cash was from kind-faced people who simply handed us bills as they drove by, glad to help in any way they could. Most of the customers donated $20 or more. And I’m not nearly as sunburned as I imagined I’d be. (Addendum: with corporate matching, we earned closer to $4,000!)

I usually button my scenes and I almost always button my blog entries. But, I don’t have a button for this one. No “moral of the story” or “what have you learned, Dorothy?” For some reason, I got outside myself today. It was kinda fun and a little freer out there. Maybe I’ll get outside myself again, sometime.

Huh. Okay, maybe I did have a button…

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About Julie Jaret

Julie Jaret is an American screenwriter with one feature film produced and some others on deck. Her alter-ego needed an outlet, so here we are. Julie lives in the southeast U.S. with her sexy and supportive husband, two funny and beautiful kids, and one big doofus of a dog. She enjoys living vicariously through her fictional characters, often to the point of distraction... (Luckily, her hubby and kids know not to expect dinner at a certain time. Or at all.)

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