Each night I stare at my floors and ponder the display of grime and the ultimate question springs to mind, "what if I am declared dead and my friends are faced with the task of giving my stuff to the goodwill, view this floor and it will become my legacy"? So one night, I poured water and a few dabs of Walgreen's discounted shampoo on the floor, with each stroke of the sponge mop, pixels of embarrassment
were wiped away from my self-image. Pride quickly morphed to panic, "did I dry the
floor properly"? My fear of slipping, becoming disabled and lessening my employment
opportunities lead me to cling to my furniture and walls like a blind person learning
a new floor plan. My floors are dry and sparkling and I can continue jay-walking without fear.
