Car Wash

It was very quiet for a Friday, understandable in the circumstances, but still very quiet. You see, I live on the east coast of England and today was the day of the annual Seafront Air Show; it was a bright sunny and very hot day, so everyone would be going to see it. I’m 41 and I co-own and work at a hand car wash and wax centre. My partner in crime, Andy, was at the beach watching the planes with his family and Tony; the 20 year old know it all with bigger muscles than brains that worked with us, had also gone with his girlfriend.

I’m a divorced father of 2 girls who don’t like planes, so it was pointless me taking them, so I opened up for what little work I was expecting. I had been sitting on my own, reading a car mag for about an hour and a half, when the unmistakable sound of Beyonce came blasting into ear-shot. Around the corner came Amy, Tony’s girlfriend, in her white VW Beetle convertible with the roof down and deafening anyone within 50 feet.

Amy was a very pretty 19 year old with long blonde hair and a perfect body, her father owned the local VW dealership and being an only child she got whatever she wanted. The Beetle was an 18th birthday present, along with the private number plate that went with it.

“Hiya”, she said as she got out of the car, wearing a baby blue vest top and white denim hot pants, “where’s Tony?”

“He’s supposed to be at the beach with you” I replied.

“The lying bastard, he told me he was working today”.

“Nope, he definitely said he was going down there with you” I said.

“I bet he’s out on the piss with his mates, or he’s with that tart Angela” she said angrily.

“Why the hell would he be out with another girl when he’s got you” I answered.

“He only thinks with his cock” she said.

“Been there, done that and got the divorce papers to prove it” I said, “That was my downfall”.

“Still, while I’m here, have you got time to do me a wash and wax” she said, “the car’s got to look got for cruising around tonight with the girls”.

“Always got time for you” I replied with a smile, and set about washing the car while Amy sat and read a girls mag she had pulled from the glove box.

I finished washing and drying the car and got the cloths out ready to wax it. “Can I give you a hand with that” Amy asked.

“Nah, it’s ok” I said, “You save your energy for later”.

“I’m not frightened of a bit of work you know” she replied.

“Alright” I said, “I’ll put it on and you can take it off” and started to rub the wax onto the car.