On my way to work today I had to stop and fill the car with gas, so I stopped at the Chevron (that's a whole other story that I'll write about soon I wrote about here) near my home.  I filled the tank and decided that I might as well run it through the automatic car wash while I had the chance. So I bought a car wash code and headed in that direction.  The problem is that the line for the car wash and the line for the McDonald's in the Chevron parallel each other, McDonald's on the left, car wash on the right. I had plans to stop at a wonderful little sandwich shop and pick up a Roast Beef and Provolone on Sourdough, but as I approached the car wash lane, my car magically drifted into the left lane and the next thing I know I hear, "Can I take your order, Please?".  Before I knew it I was eating my lunch under a security blanket of suds from the automatic car wash.  What did I order you ask?. Well see for yourself.