In the yellow Jetta with my dad. We're shooting a movie or something, but there's a break, so he wants to get it washed. We pull into a carwash building. There's a line of equipment from the left side over to the right, where the wash entrance is. One of the machines takes orders and money. He just wants a rinse basically, nothing major, and he says that's $2.25. He puts in some money, and we pull forward, but nothing happens. There's an electronic board over the entrance that displays how much has been paid. To the left is a telephone, and I think maybe somebody can help, but then I notice it's a payphone, so that's out. We go drive up to the barrier to the entrance, but it still doesn't open. Dad's getting annoyed now. We pull a bit over to the right, and then start to back up. I shout, because there's a big car behind us, like a Caddy or something, and it has its lights off, so it's hard to see. He stops. To our left, a black car's pulled up to the payment machine, and a guy is shovelling money in. He's getting some deluxe thing done, and it's 80 bucks or so. We drive in front of him again, to see if that'll open up the door, but still nothing. We back off again, and the guy goes through. Dad decides to back along the whole drive, and then goes forward up to the payment machine. I notice that it's 3 dollars for the wash, and the board says we've only paid $2.21. I'm scrounging around in my pockets for some change, and I pull out a couple of handfulls. He has it covered though, and he hands me my camera, which is sealed up in bubble wrap. I don't really have anywhere to put it, so I toss it on the seat beside me. He pays the rest, and we drive on. This time the door opens. It looks like a normal drive-through carwash, but as we're driving along, nothing's happening. There are guys just standing around inside, watching the cars. We continue along, and then we're in a hallway, which corners to the right, and then the left. We turn to the right again, and there are a bunch of girls standing around in a group. One of them is on the phone, and she's laughing and shouting "I'm talking to you from a BRAND NEW cellphone!" I think to myself how dumb she looks. Then we come out into a bigger room. There are plastic bucket chairs on the far right wall, and the whole back is glass, so I can see that there's a parking lot outside. The woman in charge comes up to the front, and the car stops. She tells me that we have to park in the holding spot out back. I look ahead to the right, and dad's already out of the car, and standing waiting.