So I’ve been on empty for like 2 days. I finally decide to fill up because it’s a beautiful morning and, well, the shame of calling for roadside assistance is looming. It’s so beautiful outside I decide I could use a car wash. (Yes, even beat-up old Camrys deserve to shed their film once in a while.) I treat myself. It’s THAT kind of day! Peace and cleansing course through my veins. I inhale energy, exhale toxicity. I don’t even need to scroll FB as I wait for the tank to fill. My INNER tank is full, if you known what I mean. 😉 I breathe in motivation, breathe out procrastination. I soak up the feng shui of this lovely...KA-CHUNK. The gas nozzle kicks off after only 6 gallons. That’s weird. I haven’t seen that mechanical failure since like the 90s. No worries! It just means I get another chance to feel the breeze lift my hair and caress my shoulders with its gentle touch. I return to the nozzle for a corrective squeeze, but it won’t catch despite my gyrations. Seriously? Now I have to go to another pump just to finish filling up?? Whatever. Not an issue. I am nothing if not calm & content this fine day. An effortless car wash awaits me! I can face anything. I pull around to another pump and swipe my card again. The stupid thing just flashes at me - “See attendant inside.” Oh hell no. I ain’t down for human interaction this early. Cancel the transaction. Swipe the card again. Get the same message blinking at me in defiance. Fine! FINE!! I’ll leave with my 6 gallons and my sanity rather than lose what little joy I have left over broken gas pumps. I move to the car wash and forcefully enter my code. At least this authorization seems to work! I pull in and kill the engine. I close my eyes and settle into the rock of the Camry beneath renewing jets. I start trailing back to my happy place when a thought strikes me out of the blue. By “strikes” I mean “punches” me - straight in the gut. I check our bank account and, sure enough, the explanation for my recent woes stares me square in the face - balance of $0...
Morning.
Is.
RUINED.

Do car washes offer refunds?