At the Car Wash

[maddy_ricks]

I'M BROKE. LET ME WASH YOUR WHEELS. $4.

Maddy painted the words on a sandwich board and set up shop at the gas station. For a percentage of her profits, the manager allowed her to hook a water hose up to the faucet. She set up a station with buckets, soap, Windex, wet and dry towels and a cash box. On a steady diet of Slushees and hot dogs, she scrubbed cars until sundown in a bikini top, torn jeans, and a baseball cap.

"Anything for a buck," she muttered as she pocketed a few sweaty dollars and checked the time.

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"Maddy," she said, shaking it. Her still-drying hand was the same temperature as Theresa's. "I've been there. It's okay. Awesome drinks if you don't mind moving into a cardboard box, just so you can pay your tab."

But that was the way with Vegas. She wished locals could carry some kind of residency card to get discounts.

"You like to dance? I try but I look like a retarded sea monkey."