“What in the heck is bug gear? “ a young woman spouted off after she slammed the phone down into its cradle.
The woman was rather sick of hearing about infestations. It seemed that roaches, bed bugs, and mice were taking over the city, starting with the poorest and most vulnerable households. Where ever there was a hole or a crack, the pests crept inside and kept coming.
Regardless of the attempts to trap and spray, the pests were there to stay, like it or not.
Another woman in a connected cubicle heard her co-worker’s frustration through the thin, partial wall. She flatly replied, “Sounds like fun over there.”
“Apparently, this house has a roach infestation. The nurse wouldn’t tell me what else is going on because she didn’t want to speculate, except that it’s safe enough and I should wear my bug gear,” the first woman explained.
“Is that it?” the second woman questioned, and rolled her chair closer to her co-worker with raised eyebrows and a grin.
“Oh, and that she thinks it’s a drug house for the neighborhood dealers who may or may not be the client’s grandkids,” the first woman responded.
The woman’s co-worker laughed. Before rolling back into her cube, she said with a sense of finality, “Bugs, drugs, and you can bring the hugs.”