Stubs: #149 – K-Ci & JoJo, Wellington, 2011

In the mid-90s I had a summer-job as a car-cleaner. I’d cut and polish and valet a car or two each afternoon after washing down a full yard of them in the morning. It was made all the more glorious – this glamour-gig – by the fact that I was being paid $1 an hour. Seriously. The boss was my dad. And it was his bright idea to receive payback for helping …