Bath

The precious needs a bath. Badly.

But the girl-owner seems a tad too lazy. And maybe she just isn't in the mood to polish her pride.

Well, actually, she is fretting over the choices she has. Not very yummy ones too.

"Washing a car is not a woman's job," she remembers.

So, the choices put forth to her are as such:

(a) She could continue doing what she did once - bring a pail down to the carpark, hang around ouside the men's loo at the gas station, and shamelessly plead with the taxi uncles to fetch her a pail of water for at least a few rounds.

(b) She could exchange her precious with one of Miss Tan's for just one day - just so Miss Tan's poor maid could wash it for her. (Yes, just a day would do because the poor maid apparently washes the car every morning.)

(c) She could simply send her precious in for a quickie car-wash at one of those gas stations. Cheap and most convenient, yes. But they would ruin her precious's shine - after all the money she had spent on 'Glaring' the car, it was probably the worst after-treament she could give her precious. Moreover, ever since she'd learnt that the brains behind this car-wash business had already earned his millions, she'd decided to boycott this scam targetted at lazy bums once and for all.

(d) She could drive her precious all the way back to her university, where there is a quiet carpark right by the basketball courts. There is a tap right next to the football pitch where the footballers would wash their boots after a muddy game. Not the most convenient method - time-consuming and not-very-ethical. But this is probably the only way she doesn't have to rely on anyone else to clean her precious.


Yeah, maybe that's just what she'd do.

It might bring back some painful memories, but the precious needs his bath nonetheless.