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I'm sure this is a familiar story to many of you. At first, your significant other dosen't mind your interest in detailing. In fact, they encourage it. It's prbably for self serving reasons like having their car looking top notch all the time or getting you out of the house for a few hours so they can watch some god awful mind numbing dribble on TV.
Then stage two kicks in. They become less supportive, but they don't say anything. They no longer compliment how great your cars look after you spend a whole afernoon fussing over them, but at least they don't complain about the time or money you spend on it either. In the middle phase of stage two, the silence continues, but somewhat disapproving looks start to creep in when the boxes from ADS show up. The more stuff there is in the box, the more disapproving the look you get as you unpack it, all the while smiling as you think how great your next detail will be when you use your new toys on the job.
Stage three is where we're at my house right now. That's the time when your announcemnt that you need to order a few more things from ADS is met with a scowl, crossed arms and a very hostile sounding "And how much is all this going to cost?"
"I only need a small bottle of 105 and some leather cleaner. Oh, yeah and a few more towels if I'm going to do the neighbor's Escalade."
"I didn't ask how big the stuff is. I asked you HOW MUCH DOES IT COST?"
"Probably about $25-$30 for all of it."
"I will remember this the next time we go to the store and you ask me if I really need what ever extra things I decide to put in the cart."
At this point, it feel like her eyes have turned into laser beams and you can literally feel your flesh starting to smolder and you can smell the stench of burning skin. A smart man would keep his mouth his mouth shut or throw in a "fair enough, honey."
But no. We don't do that. All the hours spent breathing the pleasant scent of detailing chemicals and working with dressings in confined spaces have caused the little filter between our mouth and our brain to become damaged and we can't help it.
We say something stupid in an effort to justify our addiction. After all, that's whay junkies do- they rationalize thier behavior. It's at this point we realize there is no turning back. All we can do is hope we don't go forward to stage four.
Stage four is divorce. We fear divorce. If we get divorced, there's one less car we have to detail and we fear just for spite she might take half our detailing supplies in the settlement. At least if she does that, we hope she takes the crappy products we bought to try and didn't really like.
So that's my story. I bet yours is similar...
Then stage two kicks in. They become less supportive, but they don't say anything. They no longer compliment how great your cars look after you spend a whole afernoon fussing over them, but at least they don't complain about the time or money you spend on it either. In the middle phase of stage two, the silence continues, but somewhat disapproving looks start to creep in when the boxes from ADS show up. The more stuff there is in the box, the more disapproving the look you get as you unpack it, all the while smiling as you think how great your next detail will be when you use your new toys on the job.
Stage three is where we're at my house right now. That's the time when your announcemnt that you need to order a few more things from ADS is met with a scowl, crossed arms and a very hostile sounding "And how much is all this going to cost?"
"I only need a small bottle of 105 and some leather cleaner. Oh, yeah and a few more towels if I'm going to do the neighbor's Escalade."
"I didn't ask how big the stuff is. I asked you HOW MUCH DOES IT COST?"
"Probably about $25-$30 for all of it."
"I will remember this the next time we go to the store and you ask me if I really need what ever extra things I decide to put in the cart."
At this point, it feel like her eyes have turned into laser beams and you can literally feel your flesh starting to smolder and you can smell the stench of burning skin. A smart man would keep his mouth his mouth shut or throw in a "fair enough, honey."
But no. We don't do that. All the hours spent breathing the pleasant scent of detailing chemicals and working with dressings in confined spaces have caused the little filter between our mouth and our brain to become damaged and we can't help it.
We say something stupid in an effort to justify our addiction. After all, that's whay junkies do- they rationalize thier behavior. It's at this point we realize there is no turning back. All we can do is hope we don't go forward to stage four.
Stage four is divorce. We fear divorce. If we get divorced, there's one less car we have to detail and we fear just for spite she might take half our detailing supplies in the settlement. At least if she does that, we hope she takes the crappy products we bought to try and didn't really like.
So that's my story. I bet yours is similar...
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