Cleaning lady. Thank you, come again.
Boss is a germ phobe. Her classroom is about 120 rooms old. Those are some old, tried and true germs. Today, she decided to pack up cleaning supplies and declare war on the dark and seldom seen corners of her room. I walked her to the door and she turned around in the hall for a kiss, Swiffer in one hand, vacuum in the other, bucket full of 409 and rags hanging on her arm. I smiled and called out the door, “Thank you! See you again next Thursday!”
She was not entirely amused. I gave her a kiss and off she went to clean.
Stumble it!
Just a random attorney writing about daily life with Little Filthy, my rotten dog.
