Who calls on me when yet another vacuum cleaner belt breaks? Who always replies "Well, it's not Friday." when I ask how she's doing? Who agrees leaving too many opened beverages on your desk is "nasty"? Who thinks it's funny every time I answer in a falsetto voice when she knocks on the men's room door? Who brings me unsolicited Dr. Peppers on Valentine's Day? Who actually uses her own unprotected hands to remove the refuse from my bin just to save the environment by recycling trash bags?Peggy. Peggy is the one. Peggy is the one that does all this, and more.
Peggy.
All hail Peggy the Cleaning Lady!
Should you be fortunate and meet up with Peggy some day, ask her about the dog she used to have that would climb to the roof of the house to wait on her and her husband to return home. (But, um, try not to mention the cat that attacked and clawed her face.)
