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stevenpiziks) wrote2020-09-28 08:53 pm
stevenpiziks) wrote2020-09-28 08:53 pm
It Can Only Happen...
From the "It Can Only Happen to Me" files.
Today, a company came in to clean the carpets in the common stairwells and landings in the condo complex. They did a fine job, packed up their stuff, and left.
A bit later, I realized it was time to change the cat box. I use a litter pan liner to make things easier. I closed up the old one, set it aside, filled a new one with fresh litter, and took the other down to the dumpster.
On the way back, I noticed the trail of cat litter.
There must have been a hole. With a growing sense of dread, I followed it, back through the parking lot, back to the main door, and . . . here we go . . . into the hall, up the stairs, into our condo, down the hall, and into the closet where the cat box is.
Did I mention that, mere hours before, the common-area carpets had JUST been cleaned? Did I mention that? Did I?
It took nearly an hour with the friggin' vacuum cleaner to undo the damage, and I was praying the entire time that none of the neighbors would poke their heads into the hall to see what the noise was about. I REALLY didn't want to explain how I'd managed to pour a stream of used cat litter all down the steps. The ones that had been fresh cleaned, did I mention that? Did I?
Fortunately, none of the neighbors seemed to notice. I put the vacuum away and vowed only to share this with a few thousand of my closest friends.
Today, a company came in to clean the carpets in the common stairwells and landings in the condo complex. They did a fine job, packed up their stuff, and left.
A bit later, I realized it was time to change the cat box. I use a litter pan liner to make things easier. I closed up the old one, set it aside, filled a new one with fresh litter, and took the other down to the dumpster.
On the way back, I noticed the trail of cat litter.
There must have been a hole. With a growing sense of dread, I followed it, back through the parking lot, back to the main door, and . . . here we go . . . into the hall, up the stairs, into our condo, down the hall, and into the closet where the cat box is.
Did I mention that, mere hours before, the common-area carpets had JUST been cleaned? Did I mention that? Did I?
It took nearly an hour with the friggin' vacuum cleaner to undo the damage, and I was praying the entire time that none of the neighbors would poke their heads into the hall to see what the noise was about. I REALLY didn't want to explain how I'd managed to pour a stream of used cat litter all down the steps. The ones that had been fresh cleaned, did I mention that? Did I?
Fortunately, none of the neighbors seemed to notice. I put the vacuum away and vowed only to share this with a few thousand of my closest friends.
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