Squeegee Boys are a big issue in Baltimore. In many cases, if you refuse, you get cursed out and your car gets damaged.
I make it a point to rarely travel through downtown and have only dealt with them once.
I was pretty emphatic that I didn’t want their “service” and the guy walked on.
The concept is good. Offer a clean windshield for some cash, but in reality, it’s more of a shakedown.
I remember being stopped at a traffic light once early, early in the morning and Mr. Squeegee came up to me to wash my windshield. I looked down at the patch of sidewalk where he plied his trade and I saw all the makings of his business model. There were, strewn all over the place, empty bottles of Thunderbird wine and empty cans of Windex spray. There, in all its glory were the results of this cheerful entrepreneur’s entire business practice, his “books” so to speak. The Windex represented his “expense report” (the red) and the Thunderbird his income (the black).
Although, as I think about it now, maybe the Thunderbird was really part of his “expenses”. Ah, he probably knows better than I. I’m not a business man...not like Mr. Squeegee, anyway...