The sparkling motorcoach leaves the lot and turns towards the passenger terminal. It arrived late, they were short-staffed and had to clean up the inbound passengers’ mess in record time.
She feels a spark of satisfaction over achieving the almost impossible.
It doesn’t last long – as the vehicle vanishes from view, she wonders how many minutes until another piece of gum is discarded in between its seats, until a spill of soda makes the floor sticky again and until someone misses the mark on the toilet.
Cleaning busses ain’t pushing a rock up a hill, but it ain’t far off.
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Been a while since I’ve joined Friday Fictioneers, but this week’s photo handed me a story on a silver plate, so how could I resist? Find all stories here.
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Coaches are not too bad, but buses…..yuk! Certainly not a job I’d want! Great take Sonya.
Rosey Pinkerton’s blog
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Thank you, Rosey!
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A bit like cleaning my son’s room…
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Ha, yes, I bet… Thanks for reading!
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Nice to write a story about the un-sung hero. I like it.
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Thank you, Claire!
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I think Sisysphus might have been hired for that job.
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Yes, indeed. I had a reference to him in there, but it had to be cut… So I’m glad you made that connection!
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Yup, people who clean up our messes should have much better pay. Good story.
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I agree. Thank you!
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Gross! Great story though. I hate cleaning my own house, I can’t imagine having to clean up after strangers.
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Thank you! I know what you mean, I hate cleaning, too.
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I can’t think of many worse jobs. Mind you, they might find the odd thing or two of use on the floor now again – like dropped money!
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Never really thought about it, but now that I have–yuk! I have to think that cleaning the dugout after nine innings of baseball players spitting (spit, tobacco, seeds), has to be about one of the nastiest things outside disasters and hospitals!
janet
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Thanks for giving every bus cleaner a voice. On a dirty note – why are people such pigs in public?
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Clever story about what we know but don’t see.
Well done.
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Dear Sonya,
Nasty job but someone has to do it. You told her story well.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Finally-a clean story!
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Well, I can’t say I envy her; but, yes, at least she has a job.
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Taking pride in one’s work is always a plus….. But, I admit, it does have its limits sometimes!
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This made me turn my nose up, great description.
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Well written story about under appreciated workers!
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Good take on the prompt. It sounds like it is a job and that is about all. One thing though if it came back gleaming clean she’d have no job satisfaction in knowing she’d done a great days work.
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Poor cleaners. You show their plight so well. Great voice and I love the closing line. You got Sisyphus in there without having to waste the words to spell it out.
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