Yesterday, as I'm working at my desk, Greta comes by with her yellow duster and garbage can in tow. I shrug my shoulders and carry on with my work. Usually Greta comes by to dust the empty desks. But yesterday, well yesterday, was a special day.
Greta shuffles over to me, pushing a tall garbage can, and holding a yellow duster in her right hand.
Greta: "Em, ekskuse me. Please to get up from desk."
I stare at Greta in disbelief.
Greta: "Please to get up. Must clean area."
I take my iPod with me and roll my chair back a couple of feet. Greta looks at my desk , then looks at me. She tilts her head downward and looks at me above the frames of her eyeglasses.
Greta: "Please take cup of water."
I fearfully scurry over to my desk and take my cup of water. Greta smiles smugly and I watch as she proceeds to dust her yellow duster all across the surface of my desk, my phone, my computer, my tape dispenser, my scissors, my cell phone, and my apple. WHAT, MY APPLE!??!!?
Greta finishes dusting, looks at me, and gestures to me that it's safe to go back to my desk. I follow suit. I look at my clean desk, surveying the area to see if her yellow duster really did the trick. As I scan the surface of my desk, I come across my afternoon snack. My green apple. My poor green apple. I shake my head, and take a sip of my water.
"Oh, Greta," I think to myself, "you just had to dust my fucking apple, didn't you?"
Greta walks away, rolling the tall garbage can, holding the yellow duster in her right hand, humming to herself. I then sneeze from all of the dust.
"Fucking Greta," I mutter aloud.
