A week after the exterminator company sent someone to my office to kill the fleas (to be honest I made them come twice in the space of six days), they were finally able to send a professional to come my home…but to me he will always be so much more than just a killer of vermin.
That same morning, an expert laundering company (not the kind you pay under the table) came to my apartment to pick up a grand total of 16 plastic garbage bags containing everything I owned that was made from some sort of textile. From clothes, to sheets, to table cloths, to towels…if it had polyester, cotton, wool, nylon, acrylic, and yes even spandex, it was considered contaminated and had to go.
The exterminator, before even whipping out his toxic pesticide spray, helped me carry down every single bag. What made this even more touching was that he was out of shape and was easily winded but insisted on helping me nonetheless.
When this arduous task was over, after he caught his breath, he asked if he could be frank with me. I said of course by all means as I appreciate honesty.
He said that he could tell I was very anxious about this whole ordeal and wanted to assure me that this wasn’t my fault. He said I had gone above and beyond the call of duty to try and get rid of the fleas and should know that it was now just a question of time before they were completely eradicated. He also said that he was impressed with my honesty at work since most people wouldn’t have said anything, letting their co-workers bring fleas home with them.
I wanted to melt into a puddle of tears. I had finally found someone just as nice as Ken.