Paige was not prepared for the sight that greeted her as she entered the warehouse with Ralph at her side. It appeared as though a hobby shop had barfed in one half of the building and a hardware store in the other, before being lightly dusted with the contents of a recycling bin. A lone desk, a serene oasis of emptiness struggled to survive and save for a large thumbprint of cheesy grease was winning the battle.
"What on earth?" More stunned than upset. Guilty looking heads popped up like a game of Whack-a-genius, one at a time, from every work station. She took their expressions in, pretty sure she knew what they were thinking.
I know, right? Totally awesome….I think.
What mess? I don't see a mess…..
Ummm….ummm…..is that the doorbell? Yeah….Pretty sure I just heard the door…bell…
Get me outta here!
Ralph surveyed the scene with, as usual, unreadable thoughts. He placed his bag down carefully on the floor, then wandered over to a chair with a missing leg that had been replaced by a couple of old glass bottles duct taped together.
She recalled something she'd once heard one of her parents say about her messy bedroom. It looks like a cyclone hit this place…. A smile curved her lips. I guess one kinda did…..