Free The Marrying Kind by Monique Miller

through wanting the basic package,” Andre said after he’d shown Travis the layout of the place.
    Travis nodded his head.
    â€œOthers want custom services and want to feel like they are getting a more tailored treatment.” Andre pointed at the sign with the packages and prices. “There is the silver package, the gold package, and the platinum package. And as you can see each package builds on the services that are offered and the prices for those services.”
    Again Travis nodded.
    â€œThe guys around here like to joke that the basic package should be called the scrap metal package.” Andre laughed.
    Travis laughed also. But he wasn’t laughing because what Andre said was funny, but because Andre had a funny laugh. Andre looked a bit like a laughing hyena and now that he was actually laughing, the man sounded like one as well. A couple of the customers in the waiting area glanced over as Andre laughed, and Travis knew he wasn’t the only one thinking what he was thinking.
    Andre acted as if he didn’t have a care in the world, and as if not too much really bothered him. Travis thought that it might be nice to work for someone who wasn’t too uptight. He’d worked with enough people like that in his life.
    Travis was given a Wash and Dash uniform to put on. The uniform of khaki shorts and the cotton short-sleeved shirt fit him so much better than the uniform from his previous job. He actually felt as if he could move around freely in the outfit. He also liked the fact that he didn’t feel closed in at the car wash.
    Andre watched Travis as he was given a couple of cars that had been left by a company to be detailed. Because the company wouldn’t be there to pick them up until the next day, there was no need for Travis to rush. His boss mainly wanted to see how Travis worked and if he had an eye for detail.
    The cars didn’t seem too dirty to Travis, but he made sure to vacuum every nook and cranny and made sure to wipe down each and every crevice he could find. He’d cleaned the windows, making sure there wasn’t a speck of dirt or a fingerprint smudge. When he was done he was pleased with his handy work.
    Once he was finished, Andre gave him the thumbs up. Travis thought the guy was bordering on the corny side. He didn’t really care, though, because watching how his new boss acted provided entertainment for him.
    Later in the afternoon, Travis had just come back from lunch and Andre pulled him to the side and told him that they had a customer who needed the Barbie package. When Travis asked what the Barbie package was, because he hadn’t seen it on the board, Andre rolled his eyes.
    â€œThe Barbie Package isn’t really a package. We have a few customers who want touchups between car de-tailings and because they come so frequently we cater to them. I called it a Barbie package because it is a woman who wants her touchup. When it is a guy we call it the Ken package,” Andre said; then he laughed.
    Travis did his best not to laugh this time. He really didn’t want to prolong Andre’s laughing.
    â€œSo, I need for you to do a few touchups on that BMW over there. Wipe down the interior, redo her windshield and other windows, and spray a little of this fragrance in there.” Andre handed Travis a little bottle of spray.
    Andre looked over toward the waiting area where he nodded to a woman dressed in skin-tight jeans and a fuchsia baby T-shirt. Her hair, which Travis figured wasn’t naturally hers, hung down to her mid-back area.
    Travis didn’t realize he was staring at the woman until Andre tapped him on his arm and said, “Come on this way. Here are the keys.”
    He followed Andre over to a sleek black BMW X5. As he walked up to the SUV Travis admired the shine coming off of the vehicle, the tinted windows, and the fog lights. And upon opening the car his mouth salivated over the soft leather seats, the sunroof, and