Maddy squeezed the sudsy water from a rag and draped it on the sandwich board to drip dry. She looked up. "Who, me?"

'Well yeah, dip stick, who else?'

"No. I'm just a perpetually broke urbanite with an entrepreneurial spirit." She scratched her ear with her shoulder. The other brunette was on foot, and so not a perspective customer. This left Maddy free to dig in her pocket for a pack of smokes and light up. She was far enough from the gas pumps that she wasn't worried about lighting herself on fire.