He'd
been detailing the front interior of an NX 300h Lexus. "Sweet", he
thought as he wiped the center console down, "dry raggin" they called
it. The car was brand new anyhow. All he could do was clean off the smudges and
pull the lint off the carpets.
He watched a girl come in. She drove through the wash herself and pulled into his stall. "She must come here often", he thought. He couldn't stop thinking about her walking away to the Dunkin Donuts. She'd paid for "Full" and asked where she could get coffee. She knew how to walk. She was probably just as good at sliding down into the plush of that Lexus front seat.
He was looking across the street thinking about where she lived when George came up behind him. "Move it Dan, and forget the blonde. We're just pieces of furniture to her". George had a way with words. He could make "good morning" sound like an obituary. Still, there was enough truth in what he said to sting.
He watched a girl come in. She drove through the wash herself and pulled into his stall. "She must come here often", he thought. He couldn't stop thinking about her walking away to the Dunkin Donuts. She'd paid for "Full" and asked where she could get coffee. She knew how to walk. She was probably just as good at sliding down into the plush of that Lexus front seat.
He was looking across the street thinking about where she lived when George came up behind him. "Move it Dan, and forget the blonde. We're just pieces of furniture to her". George had a way with words. He could make "good morning" sound like an obituary. Still, there was enough truth in what he said to sting.
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