She found it soothing to sit in her car as it was washed. It was a bit like a heavy rainstorm and it helped her to think.
The brushes rattled along the sides and top of the car as soapy water splashed all over the windows.
The washing paused and the brushes headed back towards the rear of the vehicle.
The horizontal brush didn't lift up and it came straight through the windscreen, shattering it all over the seats. The metal at the sides of the windscreen screeched and bent, the machine too powerful for them.
She ducked down as low as she could as the brush made her car into a convertible. Broken glass and twisted metal were strewn everywhere and the inside of the car filled with suds and water.
Once the machine had stopped she drove out, quite liking the car's new look.
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