There’s a group of girls advertising their car wash down on the corner. By advertising, I mean shrieking at the top of their lungs. Not shrieking “CAR WASH” or anything like that. Just shrieking.
It’s going to be a long morning.
Can you go somewhere? A nice long ride? Go to the library and read?
I hope it’s not an all-day car wash, just a morning or morning and early afternoon.
Take a folding camp chair down there, and sit nearby and watch them.
Binoculars man!
What street do you live on?
“But Your Honor, I swear I thought they were over 18!” “14, at least!”
get out your wallet. ask them what they would make on a good day. ask that if you would top that amount then would they go home.
ask them how much it would cost to have them just jump up and down with gesturing silently to attract customers.
Don’t worry, they will be wearing themselves out to exhaustion sooner than you will.
Good excuse to put on some headphones and listen to some music.
Thanks for all the responses, guys. I thought about johnpost’s suggestion of getting out my wallet but worried I might frighten the moths residing within.
There were several shifts of girls drumming up business. Though they all employed the same technique, none were quite as shrill as that first batch. My old ears just can’t handle shrillness anymore. The car wash was kitty-corner from us and it appears they had no shortage of customers, so good for them. If they had fun doing it, doubly so.
Anyone else reminded of that car washing scene from Cool Hand Luke?
“But Your Honor, I swear I thought sixteen was the age I was supposed to claim I thought she was!”