scrawls.

scrawls

still cheaper than therapy*

26.8.05

classist bitch.

so i'm getting a carwash/oil change, right, because getting a car wash with your oil change - which it needed, it was getting hard to see out the windows - is only three bucks more than getting just an oil change and they do a very nice job. (like, i'm driving afterwards, and it's like getting new glasses - that gee, i can see out! feeling. i could care less about the shiny. i care about doggy nose-prints on the windows.) and of course you tip the two mexicans a dollar each for them drying your car so it's not streaky and doing all the interior and the vaccumming and whatnot (i haven't checked if the cheddar cheese combos are still under the seat, but by now, it's really not like i can pretend to care) 'cuz everyone tips the two mexicans a dollar, you see the woman with the huge SUV rummaging through her purse to find bills and they're ones, the new mom and her minivan, the teenager with her daddy-bought truck, the old boy with his extended cab, all two-dollar tippers. Only there are a lot of mexicans, and it takes them a little bit of a while to do all this niceness to your car. And if everyone's tipping them a dollar each, i'm suddenly wondering, and it takes them like twenty minutes to do a car, are they getting minimum wage? is the car-wash place even paying these people? are they legal? if they're sending this money back to some ghetto in central america shouldn't i give them more? or would that be insulting? and this is the carwash place that has the Very Very Upscale Design Magazines in the little waiting room. Like, these are the design magazines Martha really wants to be when she grows up, but she's got no freaking hope of ever making it in that world. i hope the carwash place is paying them. but i don't know.

scrawled @ 15:18