Ah, thanks so much!
My first real job ever was when I was 16. I worked at a car wash. The type where the car is hand dried and the windows and interior are all hand washed. I was one of the few who spoke English, but it was a pretty fun job aside from the cock who owned the place and his wretched mother.
There was a point where the white guys and the Mexicans started having some tension, and on a day that I took off, there was a big fight between them and one of the white guys had his arm broken and a few people walked away with black eyes. After that it was fine though, strangely. My immediate boss there was also a crackhead, and sometimes would show up to work all tweaked out, but he was still cool.