The Wash Page #2

Till I stop painting|it's just another day in the life

I'll be riding high...

Hey, how you doing?|Is your owner around?

Damn, what did I do?

Must have got up on the wrong|side of the bed this morning.

Look, I'm just trying|to find out if the owner's here.

- What do you want with him?|- I came to inquire about the job.

The assistant manager|position?

Yeah.

- Oh, is that right?|- That's right.

I'll see if he's in.

Wait here.

You know you screwed up.|You know you screwed up.

I'll be with you in a minute.|You know it don't make no sense.

You putting wax|on the lady's gas pedal.

Wax goes on the car,|not the gas pedal!

- But I--|- But I, my ass!

You know that lady's old.|Her foot slipped off the pedal,

she ran into a tree|and they're suing me.

You gonna give me some|free overtime for this one.

And I need somebody to cover|for Chris since I let him go.

- You fired Chris?|- Yes, I fired Chris!

This is my place, and the same|can happen to your ass!

- I know, sir.|- Go home

before I exercise that option!

Wouldn't be saying this if I didn't|need this job for this halfway house.

Say what?

I heard that.

I know you don't|want me to call your P.O.

- And I don't mean the post office.|- I didn't say nothing,

Mr. Washington, sir.

You never do.

Antoinette?|What was it you wanted?

There's some guy talking about|he's trying to get a job.

- Is he clean?|- Probably not.

- Let me check.|- Bring him back here.

Hope he's better than|the last person we had.

All right, turn around.

- Turn around!|- Damn!

Damn!

( beeping )

- What's that?|- Pager.

Turn it off and turn it back on!

- ( beeping )|- Okay. Go ahead.

Yes sir-ee, Bob.

Whoo!|Those were the days.

Come have a seat.

Now...

I was your age on this one.

You had to be tough back there.

And that's what I'm|looking for-- somebody tough.

Someone able to give orders|and take them.

- You think you can handle that?|- Sir, yes, sir.

I can handle that,|Mr. Washington.

Call me Mr. Washington.|Tell me about yourself.

Well... um...

I was working--

I had a job as assistant manager|at the Footlocker.

- What happened at the Footlocker?|- I got laid off.

Yeah? Wasn't no|funny business, was it?

No. No, sir.

- No, sir.|- You sure?

No, wasn't nothing|like that.

Things got a little slow and...

of course you know|who's the first to go.

Uh-uh.|All niggas say that.

Well... okay.

SUPER COPS SECURITY

( honking )

I understand how hard it is for|young Black minorities to getjobs,

but you known what?|I'll fire your n*gger ass too!

You probably walked|by here a thousand times

and didn't know you|were looking at a gold mine.

Uh-uh... but you know|all that glitters ain't gold.

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