Whitewater Express

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unusually quiet Sunday morning in Whitewater when a delivery driver pulled up to Whitewater Express. The sun had barely risen over the mountains, casting long shadows across the deserted parking lot. As he approached the entrance, he noticed an old sign that read ‘Honk Twice for Extra Foam.’ Curious, he honked twice and watched as a stream of soapy bubbles shot out, covering his truck in frothy white foam. A nearby neighbor emerged from their house, laughing and shaking his head, muttering something about ‘another one bites the dust.’

2. It was a humdrum Tuesday afternoon at Whitewater Express when a delivery driver muttered under his breath, ‘I hope this thing doesn’t eat my phone again.’ Just then, an old neighbor walked in and asked if he could use their credit card. The cashier nodded absentmindedly, swiped the card—then looked up with a smile as the driver’s phone chirped from inside the machine. ‘Oh no,’ she said, ‘looks like your phone just got another free car wash!’

3. It was another ordinary Monday night at Whitewater Express when a delivery driver complained, ‘Why does it always take forever for my car to dry here?’ Suddenly, an old janitor appeared and said, 'Sonny, our drying machines are powered by whispers of gratitude from customers.' The delivery driver looked around suspiciously but soon burst out laughing. 'Guess I'll just have to work on my etiquette,' he muttered as he left.

4. It was just another Friday night at Whitewater Express when a delivery driver asked, ‘Why does my car always look cleaner after I leave here?’ The attendant smiled mysteriously and replied, 'Because your car loves us as much as our neighbors' dogs do.' The delivery driver shrugged it off, but from then on, he always felt a twinge of guilt every time his car looked too shiny leaving Whitewater Express.