Car Wash

My father has an interesting conversation with my mother tonight. My mom would like to wash her new car, in which I loves its color (shinning brown or glittering gold). She asks my father's opinions about the car wash near the freeway. My fathers replies that the owner of the car wash looks exactly like a ruffian because he munches the arecas and smokes cigarettes. He wears a pair of sloppy shorts and looks shaggy. His teeth are dirty, yellow, and his mouth is dark red. The environment of the car wash is dim, dusky, which looks like zombies will crawl out from the graves. My father says that the owner has a bad attitude though he is skillful at washing the car (because there's a washing machine). Haha. I think my father exaggerates the owner's appearance and behavior, but he persuades my mother successfully NOT to wash her car over there.