Write four lines of prose about: cleaning up.
I'm not quite sure what I want to share about my morning at work. I'd rather not get into the details, both because they're gross and because I'd rather not think about them. So I'll just say this: cleaning the men's washroom at the main beach took me an hour and fifteen minutes this morning.
Usually? That's a thirty minute job, tops.
Here's hoping tomorrow morning sees a better start to the day.
If nothing else, at least it will be my Friday.
The beard is gone, the clothes are new. A tidy, respectable haircut. Subtle hints of cologne waft through the air.
Yeah, he cleans up pretty nicely.