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A bad experience with car wash and bird poop | Essay for 9 year olds | Elijah Wee | Singapore

Here's one of those funny incidents which could happen to almost anyone these days ;-) "A bad experience with car wash and bird poop".




            “Home sweet home,” Mr Lim muttered as he drove his car into the carpark near his flat. It was a sweltering hot Saturday afternoon. My Lim and his wife, Mrs Lim, were returning from a day of shopping. They were driving around looking for an available parking lot. Sunlight poured through Mr Lim’s car windows. The air-conditioner could not cope with the sweltering heat, plus it was extremely challenging for Mr Lim to concentrate in the blazing hot sun.

            At that juncture, Mrs Lim spotted an available parking lot under a Flame of the Forest tree. She gesticulated excitedly, “Honey, why don’t you park your car under that Flame of the Forest tree? Besides, it would provide shade for the car from the scorching sun.” “Great suggestion,” Mr Lim agreed as he proceeded to park his car under the spanning shade of the Flame of the Forest tree.

            It was a route that Sunday was the day Mr Lim washed his car. All geared up with his car washing equipment, he whistled gaily but stopped short when he reached his car. Mr Lim looked on in dismay at his car now draped over by an unsightly patchwork of bird poop. He blinked in astonishment and rubbed his eyes in disbelief. Recovering from his shock, Mr Lim took a photograph of his car with his camera phone. Then without a moment to lose, he gathered water in a pail before rushing to clean the filth off his car, as industrious as a beaver.

            An hour later, as Mr Lim looked on in relief at his sparkling clean car, his thoughts were jarred by the rumbling sound of thunder. Like a jack out of the box, a flash of lightning streaked across the sky. Black clouds gathered quickly overhead, shrouding the morning sky with their velvet cloak. All at once, the heavens opened and rain started pouring down in torrents. As swift as a deer, Mr Lim sought shelter at a nearby coffee shop. Half an hour later and the storm had finally passed over. Mr Lim returned to his car with trepidation. His car was covered once again with leaves and dirt. The rainwater caused the car to be dirty once again. Seeing the state of this car after the heavy downpour, he bit his lips in vexation and with a sigh, he walked over to his car yet once again to do a second wash. An hour later, Mr Lim trudged home exhaustedly.  Reaching home, he showed the photograph of his car with the bird poop to Mrs Lim. On seeing the photograph, Mrs Lim exclaimed ruefully, “Oh dear,” as she turned to the pink of her ears. She was apologetic that her husband had a hard time washing his car.

            Since that incident, Mrs Lim never again ventured to suggest to Mr Lim to park his car under a tree.


See you later,

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