Cleaning

He took the Maserati to the hand car wash. Once the worker pulled the car out of the wash, he crossed the parking lot. “Just need to get something inside,” he said, rooting around in the glove compartment, searching for cash. No dice. He let out a sigh and headed back towards the store office. Inside on the right stood an ATM. Tapping his card against the reader, he answered the questions, $20 the minimum amount he could take out. Card error. He scanned the aisles for a snack and found a bag of beef jerky. At the register selected cash back. When he went to grab his keys, he slipped a five into the hand of the man who detailed it. “Gracias,” he said.

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