Older women in leather

I wasn't sure what to say, but Kelly knew exactly how to answer. "We enjoy it," she said, "Because it's only temporary. We need the money and this job is the way to get that money, but we can see an end to older women in leather. We know we're not gonna do this the rest of our lives, and that's why we enjoy it!" I'm not sure the guy understood, but I sure did! If we hadn't had anything else, we had a goal, and Kelly's little speech made that goal all the more important. It was mid-August, and our summer work term was drawing to a close when I went to clean a bowling alley in the middle of town. To our astonishment we found that the bowling alleys in Fort Wayne had open bars, which meant the bowlers would often get pretty drunk. Kelly was off at midnight that night, so I was alone with another person who I didn't know when, at 3 AM, we arrived to clean the alley. "You get the washrooms," Kirk said, "I'll do the dusting, then we can do the floors together." That seemed like a workable plan so I agreed, and headed for the truck to get the bucket full of brushes and other materials needed to clean toilets and sinks. Cleaning of washrooms was one of the more unpleasant parts of this job. There are no words to describe how disgusting some people can be in a washroom, and to my surprise the ladies' were often worse then the mens'. I cleaned the men's that night with no problem, then when I went into the ladies' and opened the stall doors, I discovered a lady in one of them, sitting on the toilet, totally passed out! She was about 50 years old, and I had no idea how long she had been there.