“What did you do, change a motor in here?” she wanted to know. “This is disgusting.”
“I told you I was going to clean it up,” the manager said, as strongly as he could. “Besides, the last one of you girls who came through cleaned it up herself.”
She spun around. She had met this type before. Taking a breath, she said, firmly, “Clean it? Try blowing it up, first. I’m afraid to even touch the seat for fear of contracting some sort of disease.” She began to scribble some notes on the paper attached to her clipboard. “According to our records, you’ve been fined before. Is that true?”
The manager took several seconds to answer. “Yes, ma’am, it is.”
“One hundred dollars. This time head office won’t be so lenient. You could be facing a fine of five hundred dollars.”
He gripped her writing ar
