Day CCXXXIII

The Clean UP

    When we reached the stairs, we could see Iggy mopping up the floor at the bottom.

      “One of you two mop up the stairs, and the other take this wet vac and dooda hallway. I gotta go see how yar lady friends doing.”

      “How are they pop?

     “I don’t know…it’s kind of crazy. You’ve done this before, but I’ve never seen anybody behave like they did. If noise could wake up the dead, believe me, all of our guest would’ve woken up. They were terrified, but it was as if they were doped up or sompen. One adem thought I was Frankenstein’s Igor…dammit det was kinna funny, though. Youses ain’t doing no drugs in there are ya?”

     “No sir, we do not do drugs. How would I be able to work like I do, if I were on drugs pop?”

    “True, but maybe they were high before they came here. Horhey ya must be cahful whom you bring home. You could even catch some disease, and then what ya gonna do if yer ding dong falls off, uh.” Iggy responded with a smile.

     “I, he hee…bin trying to tell him dat too, sir.”

     “Oh sure, I’m sure ya have,” he smiled.

     “Not gonna happen daaa ad.”

     “Be careful, though I can’t blame ya, those two are hot t’matas. Now go clean diz cwap up!”

     It took us about forty five minutes, by the time I was finished with the stairs, George was finished with the hallway, and Iggy had done the last viewing room. Then we helped Iggy put everything away, and he said,

     “You go on back to your place, I’ll see to them, and if they want to come back, I’ll bring em.”

      “Okay dad.”