Domestic Geek

Today at work I swept up the stuff that fell all over the floor during the dough-making process into one of those dust pans that have the long handle and hold lots of stuff (like you see the groundskeepers at amusement parks use). I emptied it into the trash can and noticed some stuff stuck in the bottom of it. There's always stuff stuck down there because the nimrods who clean at night just leave it full when they hang it up and it has many hours to sit and congeal before someone finally empties it. Anyway, dummy me decided to be nice and scrape it out. I took a long knife and scraped at the stuff and hundreds (if not thousands) of maggots come pouring out. Eeeewwwww. Well, being the thoughtful person that I am, I took it to the manager on duty and asked her if she wanted to see something truly disgusting. I thought she was going to puke. Strange that I got some sort of weird satisfaction from that as watching her and her "boy toy" make out at work makes me want to puke as well. And the head manager wonders why we have such a bad fly problem...