Floor
I hate my job. I have to tell ya, getting stepped on is no fun! High heals are the worst. The spiky tips biting into my wood, ouch. Sneakers are O.K, but I’m still being stepped on in the long run. Another thing that really bites is a pet (no pun intended). I mean I know they are cute and cuddly, but cats, when they miss that box, P.U! Dogs, drooling all over the place, yuck. And when you forget to trim their claws, yeow! “Vroom” Ha ha! Hey! That tickles! Cut that out. Why does vacuuming always tickle? Maybe it’s all the little bristles on the inside, going round and round. Maybe it’s the dirt being swept off me. I really don’t know, but it is something to think about. Finally. Now that that’s done. Awww come on! Why do you have to put all of that stuff back on me? Do you ever think it hurts? Well it does. The chairs and desks and dressers are really heavy. You complain while you are bringing them up the stairs to put on me, well I have to hold them until you take them an replace them. Then I have to hold the new ones! And when you shove them around, it’s like you scraping your knees! The only difference is I have a scar (well at least until you wax me). I also don’t appreciate how walls always get more attention than us floors! We don’t even get praised for all the stuff we go through! You should be grateful we are here! Walls get posters and photos and paintings, and paint! All we get is a carpet. If I could have anything, I would choose a carpet, because it would make getting stepped on not as painful, vacuuming less tickly, and make me a little more comfortable. Maybe that’s all I need to solve my problems. Just a carpet.
