At the behest of a friend of mine, I will recount as best as I can the events of the night of Monday the 24th of January. Mr. M and I were talking about our rat problem when a sudden knock was heard on the door. "There's one of them now!", I said jokingly, as if a rat was at the door. (Everyone knows that no rat has the decency to knock. They all just barge right in unannounced, which just added a sense of ridiculousness to my joke.) Mr. M opened the door, and two teenagerish voices pleaded with him to let them come in and show us their super-duper vacuum. Mr. M asked me loudly if I had any use for a free stain removing vacuum service. I yelled back, "Yeah, there's that chicken juice stain on the carpet!" That was that. They'd be back in 15 minutes to give us their product demo and remove our chicken juice stain. That was at 8:30. So, whatever my expectations were, what we ended up with was this: a nice guy (too nice to be a salesman for long) vacuumed and shampooed our entire carpet. He moved furniture, the whole she-bang. Mr. M. and I watched, yawning and giggling, recalling the vacuum cleaner salesman scene from "I Love Lucy" and the Tupperware sales calls from "Napoleon Dynamite". We were literally cleaned into a corner as the salesman and all his equipment took up any dry floorspace in our house. When all was said and done, it was 11 PM. The chicken juice stain was history. To my complete and utter shock, the smooth-tongued boss didn't put us on a major guilt trip for not buying the thing. They washed our carpets for free, and left. AWESOME! (I think the boss man was as tired as we were.)
In a somewhat related story, two rats were trapped and killed in our attic, directly above the computer room. The offense this caused to my olfactory senses made it easy for me to spend less time here on my computer. I can write again today because the exterminators came this morning to remove the olfactorily offensive (smelly) carcasses.
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See, only you guys would get the nice salesman. Kim fell for it once and they were really, really pushy. I've been tempted to let them come in and clean my carpets for free, LOL, but I'm always afraid I'll get the pushy salesman, and I'll feel guilty but I still won't buy anything, and it sounds so uncomfortable that I've always said no...or sometimes I hide and just don't open the door at all.
I was wondering how it would go when rats were trapped and decaying above your ceiling. And now I know! Haha!
Wait - how did you get chicken juice on the carpet?!
I was afraid you'd ask. Mr. M. was sick, so I bought a roast chicken from the store. As I was delivering my goods to the couch, spillage occurred, and chicken juice on the carpet happened.
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