Help needed

"Do you think you can do anything for her" I tentatively asked the attendant. He looked my now greying partner up and down and, trying not to look like this was going to be a hard thing, said "yes". Which is how I come to be one of several people sitting in the carwash cafe (really, it seems to be the most popular place in Dulwich Hill this morning) waiting for a less-than-pristine (okay then: slightly neglected, once-white) vehicle to be returned to some semblance of its former glory. If they do a good job, the car and I may even become regulars (despite its name which is so close to "Slap Dash" it's disconcerting).