The foreign worker invasion by the People’s Republic appears to have conquered our local car wash industry. These days, crisp Mandarin direct from the Middle Kingdom is what we hear most often at car wash places, spoken by the many Chinese ex-farmers contracted to clean our dirty cars.
Hardworking, honest and disarmingly courteous, these guys really earn every dollar. And their depressed wages are low enough for the boss to hire six China nationals to do the same job as, say, three Malaysians.
So, one chap could be doing the spraying (surely the most fun task of all), another the soaping and sponging, while the remaining four fellows concentrate on scrubbing one wheel each. That’s socialism for you, but with bubbles.
It’s time, though, to up the ante in the whirl of car washes. For starters, they should import sweet young things from Beijing to man the booths.
They don’t have to get wet or anything. They just need to be the “White Rabbit Creamy Candy” before and after the sudsy section. They’ll greet you enthusiastically when your ride arrives unwashed, accept payment with a megawatt smile, and wave goodbye with gusto when you drive off in your pristine machine.
As for their attire, these newly imported “washerwomen” from China should dress to impress. They could consult the rest of the PRC social-visit-pass sisterhood slogging/singing in KTV lounges all over the island. 
