Thursday, January 15, 2009

Conchita

Cleaning day again today. I feel like I say this all the time. Where is my maid? Conchita. She has a drinking problem and hates flying. I therefore send her on flights several times a year. She sneaks into the vip room for drinks; how she does this, I wish I knew. Since she is no where in sight, I find that I have to clean alone, again. Damn it all. She is probably under a couch somewhere, passed out. I shall play another trick on her today. I shall create a crime scene. Tear a curtain here, throw a stained knife there. Perhaps paint bloody drag marks on the floor leading... to somewhere hidden. Where she'll be compelled to look. Where I can come up from behind and frighten the bajesus out of her. Ah, the joys of cleaning day.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Your maid sounds great, my maid Consuela pulled the crime scene trick on me. She scared the bajesus out of me. I would have fired her, but she cleans better than a hessel,especially after a few drinks from my locked liquer cabinet. I dont know how they do that.

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