This Is Only Work For A Fraction Of You — Mop Swingers: Episode 49.
The continuing true story of mop swinging brothers, Adam and Peter, trying to make it from Detroit, to the movie business.
This is one of those shifts where an occurrence happened for the first time, and for the last time. Peter and Adam want to test a plan they have. Now it will never be repeated again.
This is one of those shifts where an occurrence happened for the first time, and for the last time. Peter and Adam want to test a plan they have. Now it will never repeat again.
Peter kicks an empty garbage can. “Most would run! How do these spiders rebuild their webs so quickly? I ripped these all down just last night!”
Adam squashes a fat spider. “It’s because all they have to worry about is building the damn webs. If we didn’t care about movies, we sure as Hell could swing a lot more mops.”
Peter seems like he is going to punch Adam in the face for a second. “Don’t even joke about that. You can make it like anyone else, if you want it bad enough. What do you want to do? Swing a mop your whole life?”
This moment is a critical turning point, but of course neither of them knows it at the time. Adam fights a hangover that felt like storming the beach at Normandy. “If you could have any job what would — “
Peter moves a three hundred pound garbage can, to mop the air behind it. “A director of classic American movies. Like Two Lane Black Top.”
Adam bangs his knee while trying to take a short cut, to vacuum behind a desk. “But there are so few spots available.”
Peter looks at Adam like he has no idea what he is talking about. “That is one of the parts that makes it so great.”
Adam considers using an old coffee filter to make a semi-fresh pot, like in the starting of, “Harper.” The aghast expression on Peter’s face makes him think better of it. “Okay, what if you only be a director if — “
Peter points the mop stick at him with threat. “Don’t start that disgusting, “I never” game. This job is bad enough as it it.”
Peter locks the supply closet door, nearly breaking his shoulder. “God damn, forget I asked.”