Motel sheet cleaner knows when to hold sheets but not when to fold sheets.
“He just stands there LIKE AN IDIOT with a ton of scalding hot sheets until his arms give out and then he leaves!” Shouts irate coworker. “ I’m here from sun up till sun down cleaning vomit off the ceiling fans and you don’t hear me complaining or asking to go home because my back hurts or the boil on my left butt cheek popped again! So what if blood and puss are running down my leg into the pool, I’m not calling my mommy to come pick me up. She doesn’t love me and she never did! I ain’t no quitter!”
Irate coworker wipes foam from mouth and continues squinting at her Mega Millions lottery ticket.
“Did I win?! Did I win?! I can’t see no good. All that asbestos clogging up my eyes and my heart’s filled with pain. It’s been 10 long years since I lost my pet parakeet and not a day goes by I don’t break down and cry into my rough, rotten hands. You’d think I was a construction worker lookin at these mits. But no, I’m just a welfare baby makin minimum wage at this no good no star motel, hopin to make it through the night on these cold hard streets.”
