Vermont Hand Wash

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the Vermont Hand Wash was quiet, a regular noticed something strange. A small dog, sniffing around the entrance, kept staring up at the rotating brushes with wide-eyed curiosity. Finally, the little dog bravely approached one of the brushes and gave it a cautious lick. The next thing everyone knew, the whole car wash started playing ‘Can’t Help Falling in Love’—a prank installed by an anonymous neighbor who’d been teasing the staff about their love for Elvis. Everyone laughed as the dog danced along, completely oblivious.

2. One morning, a delivery driver complained loudly as he waited in line: ‘Why does it always take forever for my car to get washed here?’ And from that day on, every time someone mentioned the place, people whispered: ‘Be careful what you wish for.’ From then on, whenever anyone drove through Vermont Hand Wash, they’d nervously glance around, expecting their car to suddenly start talking or demanding something absurd. One particularly anxious neighbor even insisted his vehicle was cleaner before getting washed there—though no one believed him when he claimed his car once asked for an espresso mid-wash.

3. At dawn, when most car washes were closed for the night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Vermont Hand Wash. He glanced around uneasily and muttered, 'I thought I heard something...' Suddenly, an old cat emerged from behind the soap dispenser and sauntered towards him, yowling softly. The driver jumped back, startled but laughing. ‘Hey, you’re just a talkative fella,’ he said, patting the cat gently on the head. From then on, the Vermont Hand Wash became known as the place where even cars got a purrfect wash.’

4. At dusk, when most people were already home, an old man walked into the Vermont Hand Wash with an unusual request. ‘Could you please,’ he asked shyly, ‘wash my truck and… sing while doing it?’ The attendant grinned, adjusted his hat, and replied, ‘Sure thing, pal! Just one song, though—we’ve got a queue forming here.’ And so, under the neon lights of Vermont Hand Wash, an old man’s dream was fulfilled as the attendant belted out an off-key version of ‘America the Beautiful’ while scrubbing the windshield.}