Maid Day is My Day

The light turns green, as it usually does...and aslike mine, home will always be heaven. I smile as I
they usually do, the drivers in the cars in front ofpull into my space. I know from many of nights
me accelerate with the vigor of a two-leggedspent partying and walking that my front door is
turtle with blisters. Normally, breathing deep,only 27 steps away and my couch is only 8 more.
staring off into to space, and zoning out to myI feel like I am almost effortlessly floating
latest never-illegally-downloaded-super-jammin' mixtowards my door. Home at last!
CD keeps me sane. But today is different.Unlocking the door with my key, I turn the knob,
Today...was maid day at my apartment. That'sand slowly open the door. The door shuts behind
right, maid day. And for the past four weeks, myme as my mouth drops from what I see. "Dude,
place had looked like a combo of the aftermaththe maid didn't come. Must be sick or something,"
of the craziest rock concert known to man, andmy roommate muttered from the couch,
the remnants of laundry day gone very, verysprawled out, half asleep, and watching soap
bad.operas on my 42" television.
In my defense, I have a somewhat filthyPart of me wanted to scream, part of me
roommate who regularly assembles a small armywanted to pray, part of me wanted to strangle
of friends who tend to leave pizza boxes and/ormy roommate as the terrible feeling of a long
their pet dirt behind when they finally leave. Daycrappy day replaced the heavenly feeling of
to day, these occurrences add up, and so doescoming home to a clean roommate free house.
the mess. Personally, I never notice the odor, butBut all I could do was stand there disappointed for
a few new guests have pointed out an arranta moment and reflect. "You didn't call the office?,"
smell of aged cheese. Sure I could clean up afterI quietly asked.
them, but honestly, why should I? My rent"Naw man, they don't like me up there. I'm not on
includes once-a-month maid service!the lease. Plus I'm not on the lease," he said as he
In my eyes, the maid will appreciate the challenge.scratched his backside.
And when she's done, she'll leave with a sense of"That's just wonderful."
accomplishment; a feeling of really having done"I cleaned up a little, bro. I took out the trash that
something good for herself and her community.was on the porch."
Plus, my mother always taught me that I shouldKicking a pizza box towards the couch, I made
always clean up after myself, which in turn, bymy way to my room with my head slowly
rule, makes it wrong to clean up after someoneshaking. I calmly opened the door, stepped into
else...my room, and shut the door behind me. Suddenly,
Back in the car, the light is hanging on to the lasta smile crept up on my face as I remembered
leg of greenness and I JUST WANT TO GEThow clean and fresh my room was and
HOME!!! The light turns red. The longer I sit in thiscompletely isolated from Slobby McRoommate. No
over-heating mass of engines, metal, and fumes,trash, no dirt, clean sheets, and my older yet still
the more I fall deeper and deeper in love with mya good size and in great working condition TV. It's
wonderful, large, fairly priced, apartment.....withnot a flat screen, but it will do. The woes of my
maid service.day began to disappear and the goodness made
Finally, I pull through the pearly gates of myits way back in. I plopped down on my futon,
apartments. I swear the place had never lookedclutching a pillow in one hand and laying back. A
so beautiful. I mean it's an incredible property, butlong sigh of relief overcame me. As I stared at
I could almost hear the angels singing as I drovethe spinning ceiling fan an even more wonderful
the posted 17 mph past the lush landscaping,thought hit me...my lease was up and I could find
sparkling pool, and beautiful courtyard. After a daymy own place!