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When she woke up it was raining. Big, soggy, wet clouds made her room dark and gloomy and perfect for sleeping. She almost didn't wake up in time for work.
At the inn, the rain seemed to have the same tiring affect on the guests. Nobody wanted to leave their room, which made Molly's job twice as hard. Of course, no one had put their "clean me" signs out so she had to listen intently outside the rooms to see if she could hear anyone before knocking.
"Housekeeping...", she called into room five. "Housekeeping..." she called a second time before entering. If people don't hear the annoying jingle of the keys, they must be deaf. She usually tried to be as loud as possible so she would never walk in on anybody doing anything.
As she turned the knob she peered in and, as always, looked at the bed to make sure nobody was sleeping in there. That happened last summer and the dumb lady slept right through all the noise. Thinking back, Molly wondered what would've happened if the lady was dead. Would she be a prime suspect in a murder case? She could see the headlines- "Maid Leaves Dirty Trail to Murder" Not possible, she thought. My cleaning is immaculate. Besides, there would be no motive.
A cough snapped her back to reality but it was too late. The bathroom door was wide open and in clear view Molly saw an elderly man standing in front of the toilet, peeing.
"Oh my God! I am so sorry sir". Molly said while looking at the floor and backing away. "I knocked but I guess you didn't hear me. I'll come back later" Molly said and ran out.
Oh my God that did not just happen, she thought. Well, at least he made it to the toilet, she chuckled to herself. She immediately ran downstairs to the basement to tell John, the inn manager.
"He didn't even look at me! He must've been really embarassed."
"Um," John hesitated to tell her. "He actually is pretty deaf. He has a hearing aide. Maybe it wasn't turned on. He probably doesn't even know you saw him."
"You're lying! Why didn't you tell me we had a deaf person staying here! I saw his winkie and he doesn't even know it!"
"Shut up! I won't tell Bob if you don't" he said.
"Deal."
And they shook on it. To seal the deal even further, John cooked her some bacon.
At the inn, the rain seemed to have the same tiring affect on the guests. Nobody wanted to leave their room, which made Molly's job twice as hard. Of course, no one had put their "clean me" signs out so she had to listen intently outside the rooms to see if she could hear anyone before knocking.
"Housekeeping...", she called into room five. "Housekeeping..." she called a second time before entering. If people don't hear the annoying jingle of the keys, they must be deaf. She usually tried to be as loud as possible so she would never walk in on anybody doing anything.
As she turned the knob she peered in and, as always, looked at the bed to make sure nobody was sleeping in there. That happened last summer and the dumb lady slept right through all the noise. Thinking back, Molly wondered what would've happened if the lady was dead. Would she be a prime suspect in a murder case? She could see the headlines- "Maid Leaves Dirty Trail to Murder" Not possible, she thought. My cleaning is immaculate. Besides, there would be no motive.
A cough snapped her back to reality but it was too late. The bathroom door was wide open and in clear view Molly saw an elderly man standing in front of the toilet, peeing.
"Oh my God! I am so sorry sir". Molly said while looking at the floor and backing away. "I knocked but I guess you didn't hear me. I'll come back later" Molly said and ran out.
Oh my God that did not just happen, she thought. Well, at least he made it to the toilet, she chuckled to herself. She immediately ran downstairs to the basement to tell John, the inn manager.
"He didn't even look at me! He must've been really embarassed."
"Um," John hesitated to tell her. "He actually is pretty deaf. He has a hearing aide. Maybe it wasn't turned on. He probably doesn't even know you saw him."
"You're lying! Why didn't you tell me we had a deaf person staying here! I saw his winkie and he doesn't even know it!"
"Shut up! I won't tell Bob if you don't" he said.
"Deal."
And they shook on it. To seal the deal even further, John cooked her some bacon.