Mike shrugged his shoulders making his tacky blue hawaiin shirt hop. "We're not exactly fighting a morning rush. You can get changed in the back and punch the time clock once you're ready to go." The new girl, Karla he thought her name was, was about as different from Shelly as could be, brown hair, lots of tats, very different from the blonde surfer girl. That was good, the more variety in the girls the wider the net would be cast with customers. The real draw of the place was obvious, especially since you could get your car washed by pros down the road for maybe twelve bucks. Mike opened up the pay window that was on the wash side of the office and frowned. "I this keeps up I might make you girls wash my car."