by J.L. O'Dell
Office furniture having an end of week meeting
|The boss’ sleek, gray executive chair leaned back looking at the wall clock. “Clock, it’s after 5PM isn’t it? Ok, I’m calling this meeting to order.” He stated.
The clock shifted its minute hand. “Yep, I got 5:22PM and no humans in sight from up here.”
“Who died and left you in charge?” Asked the grumpy area rug. “And can you two ladies roll off me. You two have been riding my back all day. My back is killing me.”
“Well, excuse us, Mr. Personality. We are here for a reason you know.” The two guest chairs rolled off his back snickering. “Men,” they said together.
“Did you see those people that sat on you two before closing,” grumpy rug asked. “They had to weigh 300 pounds each. I thought they were going to crush my fibers. My God, eat a salad people.”
“See them,” the guest chairs yelled at once. “If our wheels held air, they’d be flat. Stop moaning about everything. Men!”
“Ok, Ok, folks. Let’s get down to business. How many people did we serve this week?”
Up popped the desk lamp. He stretched to his full height. “Oh, that feels good. You guys have no idea what it’s like to be hunched over all day. And to answer your question, I counted 13 clients today.”
The top drawer of the filing cabinet popped open. “Yep, you’re right, lamp. I have 13 new files in here.”
The teapot and cups chattered noisily in agreement. “Come back to Mommy,” the pot said as her cups slid across the desk to nestle with her.
“OK, then. We had a good week.” The boss’ chair summed up. “Wait a minute, someone’s coming. Everyone, hush up.”
Opening the door, the janitor thought he heard voices but dismissed the thought. No one was in the office. He went about his business of tidying up the office. As he left, he finished vacuuming the area rug and rolled the two chairs back onto the rug. He thought he heard a sigh as he closed the door behind him.
“Sorry grumpy, we’ll roll back off.” The chairs said.
“No, no, you’re all right,” the area rug stated. “It’s all good now. That vacuum just refreshed my weave. I’ll thank her next time I see the vacuum without the human.”
The boss’ executive chair leaned back to get a better look at the door. “That was close. Anyone have anything else to bring up?”
All the furnishings were silent but the tick-tock of the wall clock.
“Meeting adjourned then.”
“Yeah, about time,” grumpy rug said. “Let’s get this weekend started. Radio, play some music and girls, dance on my back if you want.”
The executive chair moved back a little. He was satisfied with the way the week went. He watched as his staff enjoyed the music. The lamp was swaying back and forth. Before he knew it, the executive chair found himself tapping one of his castors to the beat of the music.
2nd Place in Round 42 , PersonalTfication Contest.