THE CLEANING MAN.
I don’t usually spoil myself, but since I’d just gotten a raise, I figured I deserved some special treatment. Looking around my apartment, trying to decide what would be the greatest self-indulgence, it struck me. I’d hire a maid to come once a week to clean my place up.
While I was thinking about it, I decided to go to the convenience store around the corner. It’s a short walk, and on the way I noticed that there was a Xeroxed sign on a tree. It read: I’LL CLEAN YOUR APARTMENT. REASONABLE RATES. CALL PETE. There was a row of phone numbers along the bottom of the sheet, with vertical slits in the paper, so passersby could rip one off. I decided to call Pete.
On the phone he sounded ok. I told him that I wanted someone to come in once a week to clean up — especially the bathroom — and
