Week 40 – Here’s what happens when you send a kid in to do a woman’s job

I pulled into the car wash, waiting for the flashing red light to announce when I’d arrived at the appropriate spot to put the car in neutral. My windshield filled with squiggly lines of soap turning the glass before me into a colorful abstract painting. I closed my eyes and relaxed while the brushes outside whipped and turned, working to make my car look shiny and new.

When finished, I pulled out of the car wash and turned on the wipers to clear the front window of the remaining water. That’...