Probaby time for a car wash

I was headed down Harbor Blvd. minding my own business the other day when I noticed that the guy next to me was motioning for me to roll down my window. I hate it when other driver's try and ask me for directions. I'm not great with directions myself, so I'm not the sort of person you should be consulting for that information. All the same, it was obvious that I had seen him over there waiving at me, so I had no choice but to roll down my window to find out what he wanted. To my shock he didn't want directions at all. He started laughing as he shouted at me from his Mercedes "finally someone else driving a nice car that looks horrible! Sorry, but I just had to say something!" That's when I took note of the fact that his Mercedes did indeed look like it was in desperate need of a car wash. Mercifully the light changed and all I had to do was smile and roll up my car window before I continued on my way, all the while wondering to myself "Did that really just happen?" Unfortunately it did, so I guess it's time to get the car washed.