I ALWAYS LAUGH

I always laugh at clients who show up in a wreck car and go, quick clean, 50 and we're done. A stressed out young dad drops off his car between meetings. Just the front seats. I'm in a rush. Should be quick. Sure, the seat, but also everything else. Sticky carpet, marked door panels, a smell a spilled juice that's been sitting for months. I start on the front seats like he asked. Soft brush, soak the fabric with my usual cleaner, the one you minus 10% off in my bio. That bottle cost me about 10 bucks and lasts a good month. I pull out the extractor for a deep rinse. The clear hose starts pulling black, thick liquid, almost like coffee. The client comes back earlier than expected, sees the hose, and goes pale. Wait, how long is this actually gonna take? Now? The carpet, the door pockets, the sticky center console. I calmly tell him, fixing all of that properly isn't 50 bucks, it's the full package: four hours of work. He finally got it. Price always follows the real car. You had of he still deserved a discount? Own his low