The Window Cleaner

There I was, all cuddled up in bed on a quiet Friday morning. End of the week, fun coming up, life was good. Then seemingly (and actually I suppose) out of nowhere came BOOOM!!!! The loudest fucking thunder I’d ever heard. I sat upright in bed and yelled something that made no sense whatsoever. Realizing it was just a storm I snuggled back down in the bed. That’s when I realized it was Friday. Friday was the day the window cleaners were coming. I didn’t want the windows cleaned in a storm and certainly not in a thunderstorm. As I was getting out of bed I thought maybe they didn’t show up. That’s it, they got up and saw the clouds and didn’t come.

Off I trudged, trying to look as awake as possible and found my way to the room they were to start in. Sure enough, there they were. By this time the rain is pissing down. One of the men is all wet and I gasped and said, “how long were you out in that rain???”

He looked at me rather funnily and said, “I haven’t been in the rain at all, I fell in your pool.” The lightning was so bad that they decided to pack it in and come back another day. Now where was I before I checked on the cleaners? Bed. Rain on the tin roof and a soft bed with a hard man makes sleeping in a good thing.