A fellow I know used to enjoy having a few beers in the afternoon as he’d make his rounds feeding cattle and such.

It was pretty late in the evening, or perhaps I should say night, it occurred to him that he didn’t want to start the next day with a dirty pickup. So he pulled into an automatic carwash, the kind that has an arm that starts at the front on the passenger side and slowly makes its way down that side, circles around the back and heads back to the front spraying soap and water the whole way.

Now this fellow I know isn’t always the most patient guy. He’s generally in a little bit too much of a hurry.

Sitting there as the car wash started in motion, it hit him that with all the beer he had drank that his blatter was completely full.

Being late, with very few people still out, he figured he could get out and relieve himself and get back in before the machine made its way around to the drivers door. It was a big four door long bed pickup so it took a little while for the thing to circumnavigate the whole rig.

The way the story was told to me, this fellow, trying to be discreet, had his back to the sprayer bar. Next thing he knew, his timing was off or the pleasures of what he was doing took over and he glanced around to see there was no way he could get back in the pickup and there wasn’t anywhere to break and run to.

He was able to wedge his body between the car wash travel mechanism and the door. It pushed him backwards until everything finally came to a stop. I would figure there’s a safety of some sort that finally kicked a breaker.

Soaking wet, he was able to get free of the machine and get back in and drive forward. Besides having a pickup cab full of water he said that door never did close right after that.

Now when it comes to me confirming or denying that my brother is the one this happened to, I’ll just say several things about the story fits his modus operandi a few years back and leave it at that.