Yeah, it was time.
So I headed on over to the station that charges more. Punched Yes on the screen for Express, and no I didn’t want the super duper a la hoppity Hooper version, thanks, wax just blinds the cars behind me at certain times of the day. ’07 Priuses have no pretensions anyway.
Pulled the car over to the left, waited my turn in line.
And then couldn’t (oops) reach to enter my code without getting out of the car again; okay, no big deal. Back in quick and roll up the window and pull in as the green light blinks. I so loved it as a kid when my mom let us go through these; I remember giggling in fake-fright that those things would get us, look, here they come! Duck!
The rollers came down, the water started to spray.
And that’s when I figured out a chunk of my skirt was still on the outside of the car.