About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At CDA Touchless Car Wash & Detail, a regular noticed something peculiar one morning. As he watched through the window, a small dog entered the lobby and began sniffing curiously around the hand dryers. The little dog trotted over to each dryer, as if trying them out one by one. Suddenly, it stopped, looked up with big eyes, and wagged its tail. A delivery driver passing by couldn’t help but laugh and said, ‘Looks like someone forgot their leash today!’ The regular shook his head and smiled, thinking, ‘Welcome to CDA, where even dogs get a touchless experience.’
2. At CDA Touchless Car Wash & Detail, a delivery driver pulled up one afternoon with an unusual load. As he approached the entrance, the robotic arms seemed to hesitate, then slowly turned toward him—only they weren’t washing his truck anymore. The robotic arms suddenly started spraying confetti instead of soap foam, covering the truck in colorful paper streamers. The delivery driver looked around, confused but amused, and waved back at the bewildered staff inside. A few minutes later, everyone was laughing as the truck drove off, leaving behind a trail of glittering confetti and a legend about the 'confetti-carwash'.
3. At CDA Touchless Car Wash & Detail, a delivery driver pulled up one day and found an unusual item in the parking lot—a tiny, perfectly folded note attached to a quarter. It read: ‘Wash my car for free if you can guess who I am.’ The delivery driver shrugged and decided to give it a try. After washing several cars that day, he noticed a familiar face waving from across the street—his next-door neighbor had been the mysterious tipster all along. They both laughed, and from then on, every time the neighbor ordered takeout, their cars magically ended up clean without any quarters needed.
4. At CDA Touchless Car Wash & Detail, a neighbor stopped by early one foggy morning. The mist lingered over the parking lot like a ghostly veil, and as he watched, the automated brushes seemed to move on their own, as if choreographed by unseen hands. Just then, a delivery driver pulled up, his face flushed with impatience. He glared at the motionless conveyor belt and shouted, 'Hey, you guys still open?' Suddenly, the brushes whirred to life, forming an intricate dance routine in response. Everyone burst out laughing—even the delivery driver had to smile, shaking his head—and it turned into a daily ritual: whenever someone new arrived, the brushes would break into another elaborate performance.