The Carpet Cleaner
The carpet cleaner wearily strode to his last customer’s door. He peered down at his work order. ‘Mrs. Bachman. Hmrph.’ Probably another old saggy bitch, he mused, adjusting himself as he made his away towards the door. You see, the carpet cleaner wasn’t exactly getting satisfied at home by Mrs. Carpet Cleaner, so he derived enjoyment from teasing lonely housewives whose husbands were far too occupied with office matters to tend to their bedroom duties. The carpet cleaner rang the doorbell....