We were driving home from piano lessons when I decided to stop to get some gas. It was a bit warmer than normal, so I decided it would be a good idea to get a car wash as well. I told the girls that we’d take a small detour on the way home.
The brunette twin became really nervous. She said, “I don’t like car washes. They scare me.”I sighed and asked her why. She went on about the sound and noise. I told her I would get the car washed another time.
At dinner I told Daddy the story. She looked at him and started explaining all the things that could go wrong. The brushes could crash through a window. The water could flood the car. The roof might fall in when the brushes go over it. The car might get stuck and we’d never get out.
I looked at Daddy and said, “Risk management for a car wash.” He smiled while the brunette twin went on and on and on about the noise.