Signaling

She had long aqua-colored nails and a menthol cigarette dangling as she hauled the vacuum into the street, yellow cord unraveling from her ground floor apartment. She wore red polka-dotted spandex shorts and began vacuuming the interior of a silver Mercedes with Florida plates. She was vigorously cleaning the drivers side floor, bending over with her butt in the traffic. He wondered why she wasn't working from the sidewalk side rather than standing in the street. That's when it began to dawn on him that she was signaling her real business.