She leaves to get some more supplies, and I go to another room, which is closed. (Yes, I hear you all screaming at me, "Don't open that door!! Don't open that door!") I open the door and find myself in a very pristine, theatre-like room. There is a deep burgundy carpet on the floor, and the walls are draped in rich fabrics, also burgundy with gold accents. For furniture, there are two white platforms with white chairs on them, and upon the chairs sit two puppets. Muppets, actually, because I recognize them from long ago as the two hecklers, Muppets designed to look like two old crochety men, who heckled anyone and everyone from a theatre balcony. There is nothing else in the room, and I turn to go out when I hear a sound - and realize that one of them is moving...and getting off the chair...and coming towards me...heckling me all the while in that gravelly voice!
I burst out laughing, and still laughing, I quickly exit the room and close the door behind me.
For some reason, I decide that now would be a good time to take a bath, and proceed to do so. Also, for some unknown reason, I decide it's a good idea to keep my t-shirt on while doing so, and it's a good thing I do, because shortly afterwards, I hear the front door open and my friend comes into the bathroom where I am. She looks kind of exasperated, unable to juggle all the bundles and packages she has, and so dumps everything on the floor.
It's obvious that she is also exasperated with me, but tells me that she has many more coupons that need to be filed, and this needs to be done soon because she is going to be going on air shortly and will need these handy to give out as prizes. As she dumps these beside the bathtub, I notice that the small squares of paper seem to be moving on their own. I quickly get out of the tub and wrap myself in a towel, all the while I am staring at these moving bits of paper. It doesn't take long for the first bug to appear, and then another and another. "They're cockroaches!", I yell, "You have cockroaches! I'm out of here!" All the while I am thinking of how many must be now crawling around in my purse and in my coat.
My friend doesn't seem to be all that disturbed by this, as she calmly begins gathering the papers and quickly filing them into the file. She also tells me that I am no longer welcome to be her minion, and can leave any time. I dress quickly (shaking out the clothing before putting them on), and make my way to the door. I hesitate for a minute in taking my purse, but think that I will make a thorough investigation of it before taking it into my house.
But before I can actually leave, another woman calls to me and asks me to give her a hand. She is holding the most exquisite arrangement of flowers, all done in soft yellows and bright leaf-green colours. She is trying to decide whether the sprays of yellow baby's breath will go well with the arrangements. I think that I have never seen yellow baby's breath, but when she hold it up against the green, it looks stunning! For a moment I forget that I am fleeing a cockroach-infested house to assist her with bundling up the plants.
The name of my friend has been withheld to protect her identity and prevent a lawsuit.
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