For those "youngsters" out there from us over 40

First regular job was at a car wash, earned a buck an hour. Stingrays were what they called the new Corvettes, not a type of bicycle. Started out working on the vacuums and driving the cars onto the chain. A driver's license would be several years in the future, but nobody bothered checking. I remember a '58 Corvette with a clutch so stiff it took both my feet to push it in and I'd kill the motor every time I'd take the right one off to step on the gas! Youthful bravado completely bruised, I finally did get it moved up the couple of car lengths it took to hook up the chain.
Later I figured out if you worked the end of the line you got to drive the cars off the chain to the finish area and make tips. Learned right away that if you showed a little hustle wiping down the interior and cleaning the inside windows, it always improved the tips!
Pontiac garage was just down the street and every now and then you'd find a new one with a big motor, bucket seats, and a stick shift to be pulled off the chain. You could aways count on all the window washers jockeying with one another to drive out the "hot" cars.