Scrubbing Bubbles

When I was a kid, I didn’t have any friends. It wasn’t that my schoolmates didn’t try to make friends with me. What drove them away was my annoying quest for perfection.   Later, I was diagnosed with a form of OCD. People considered my condition an impediment, but it’s why I’m so good at this business.

My one-man company is highly successful, with more clients than I can handle. I’ve thought of hiring others to help me carry the load, but I’m sure no one would be able to replicate the attention to detail my client’s demand.  Once I finish a job, no one would ever guess anything had occurred.

Big jobs or small, I always get the call. Once someone says, “We must destroy the evidence,” what comes next is, “Call Scrubbing Bubbles.” Of course, I don’t remove or discard corpses because I never want to know where the bodies are buried. Yes, as long as gun sales are up and organized crime and cartels are involved in turf wars, my business will thrive. If all my business clients somehow go away, I can always clean houses and compete with Maid Pro.