Tuesday, August 17, 2010
When Sandy, my oldest daughter, was first married she couldn't find a job. I suggested we start our own cleaning business. We put an ad in the paper and got jobs right away.
Our first client was a very old retired gentleman. He smoked and drank beer all week, so we took his cans to the recycling depot and emptied the five overflowing ashtrays he kept beside his lounge chair. The stove was covered in grease from the bacon he loved, and the bathroom was sprayed with his pee. But we liked the old guy, so we came week by week until he did a big no-no.
When we first worked for him he was dressed in - Surprise! - clothes. But each week he wore less and less until the last day we were there he greeted us in a smoking jacket which was left half-way open. He was naked as a newborn.
Hey. Dirt, I can clean. But I can't clean a dirty mind.