Who knew that a really, really good detailing of a car could bring so much joy?

When I returned home from Denver on Saturday, I noticed that my car was really clean on the outside. Or rather, I noticed the lack of dirt, which had really got bad over, how many months since my poor car has been washed?

Then, this morning I got inside for my trek to work. Now that was a happy moment. I just didn’t realize how unhappy a dirty car made me until I slipped into a clean one. I felt ridiculously good.

The smell of the car was new. We all know that lovely scent. And we didn’t spend tens of thousands of dollars to get it.