A Messy Job

"sweep hallway," said my chore list. "okay," i said. "i'll move the hallway rug out to the balcony while i sweep," i thought.

sweep sweep sweep. (actually, swiffer, swiffer, etc.)

"what a clean hallway! now i'll put the rug back," i congratulated myself.

"poof!" said the cloud of dust that rose from the rug when i picked it up off the balcony railing.

"achoo!" i said. then, "take that, rug!" i hit it a bunch of times with the grill brush.

POOF!!! went the dust. "eeeeeee!" i said.

"you should change your vacuum bag," suggested a woman from her backyard, helpfully.

"thank you," i lied.

bam! bam! bam! still more dust. neverending dust.

"ow," said my arm.

"hey roommates, want to take turns hitting the rug," i asked?

"we're not allowed to shake rugs off the balcony," my roommate informed me.

"... oops?" i said.