Alexander's

The other day I dropped my pen and it rolled under my bed.

Now I know some might consider that me dropping a pen is more than enough to warrant a full blog post, but honestly this post is not about my pen -- Nor is it about me getting clumsy.

It's about this most wondrous place called under the bed.

For many people it's a place where dirty underwear, half eaten lunch packs and dust balls magically gather. Add a few porn magazines and random dropped stuff to the mix and you get one big smelly monster.[^1]

Even mothers rarely look down there. Maybe some things are just too gruesome -- even for them.

But all of this does not concern me.

I don't hoard stuff,[^2] I don't drop things(!) and as for the dustballs -- I might be a bit sloppy when it comes to cleaning places I can't see, but that's why we have a cleaning lady.

Clearly the space under my bed would be clutter free and sparkling clean!

So when I looked under my bed to pick up my runaway pen, it was with the confidence only a clear consciousness can provide.

But to my great horror I found out that apparently our cleaning lady isn't very fond of cleaning in hard to reach and seldom seen places as well.

Good thing she has only been cleaning for a year or so.

[^1]: Probably the reason why so many children are afraid of monsters under their bed. [^2]: If I don't need something I'll give it away, sell it or just throw it out. Why would I ever keep anything I didn't use in the last year? Chances are I'll not use it in the next year either and I really don't like the clutter.