Don’t Ever Tell Me What To Do

By Natalie Serianni

Sometimes, there’s a logical way of doing things, and sometimes, you just have to feel your way through. This works in writing and, well, car washing. 

As a college student, home for the summer, I woke up late one humid mid-Atlantic morning and decided over a bowl of Fruit Loops to wash my car before my afternoon waitressing shift. The cicadas were already in concert as I approached my once-white beater Pontiac 6000 STE. 

Armed with sponges and old t-shirts, I dum...