A Little Devil in Georgia
The first bright rays of sunlight began streaming through the bedroom window just as the alarm clock jolted Carter Mayweather from his sleep. He stretched and reached out to his wife’s side of the bed not because he wanted to feel her sleeping body but because he wanted to be sure that she really was gone. He had looked forward to this bachelor’s weekend for some time and he wanted to make sure that it was actually about to reach fruition. His wife had gone off to visit her sister in Atlanta leaving Carter alone to do anything that he wanted for two whole days. Today he had a tee time at one of the more upscale golf courses for 10 a.m. and then lunch with his best friend and co-conspirator Randy Marvin. And to top everything off he had a dinner and hopefully a sleepover with a woman he had met on-line. So Carter was feeling very good as he climbed out of bed and made his way into the bathroom for his morning routine.
Everything seemed completely normal to him until he climbed out of the shower and started to throw his used towel into the corner. Then he noticed that was where yesterday’s used towel also was. For some unknown reason he felt compelled to pick up both towels and take them into the laundry room. He started to drop them into the hamper, which was now about half full but he could not release those towels from his hands. Instead he felt obliged to open the top of the washer and put the towels in the drum. And as long as he was doing that he might just as well add the clothes from the hamper as well. He had never done a load of wash in his life and something in the back of his brain told him that he should not be trying to do something now that he had avoided for his entire life. But no matter how hard he tried he could not walk out of that room without completing the task. He studied the dials, having no idea what he was looking for. Finally he decided that his wife probably had things set the way they should be so he added a capful of laundry detergent and then rotated the dial to start. When nothing happened he finally pushed and pulled on the knob and low and behold water started filling the drum. He closed the lid and looked around and finally was able to exit the room.
As he made his way back into his bedroom he noticed that the bed was a mess from his restless tossing the night before. He just could not leave it that way. He felt compelled to try and straighten out the sheets and covers. He had never done this task either and soon found that it was not as easy as it looked. His wife had always taken care of such mundane things so he struggled with each corner trying to get them just right. By now the sun had brightened the room completely and he figured that he was running out of time to make the first tee. Randy would be knocking at the door any minute and he had not even started the coffee pot. Oh well, he figured they could stop on their way to the course and pick up some coffee.
He went to his closet and pulled out his golfing outfit and carefully laid the clothes on the now pristine made bed. He opened his top drawer to get out underwear and socks but he noticed that nothing was in any semblance of order and for some unknown reason his mind just could not stand the sight of disorder. So he pulled everything out of the drawer and laid it on the bed and began folding his underwear and socks and placing them carefully back into the dresser. Satisfied that everything seemed to be in the proper place, he pulled out one pair of shorts and one pair of socks to wear for the day. He was now nearly dressed all that was left was to put on his golf cleats and walk out the door.
He checked the clock on the microwave and saw that he had a few minutes before Randy should arrive so he figured he might as well check the refrigerator to see if there was something that he could eat quickly. But as he opened the door he found that the refrigerator was in total disarray. He felt compelled to straighten up the mess and soon discovered that he had emptied the entire contents onto the counter and was busy cleaning out dishes of semi-spoiled food. In just a short order he had a stack of dirty dishes in the sink. Satisfied that all that was left from the contents was good food that was properly sealed he started to restock the fridge. But he just could not bring himself to do that without at least cleaning the insides of the fridge. He had no idea how that task was supposed to be accomplished but he figured a fresh sponge and some dish detergent would work so he opened the bottom cupboard under the sink to hunt for a sponge. But of course that meant that he had to organize that space as well. He got down on his knees and began pulling everything out and putting it on the kitchen floor. Just then he heard the loud knock at the door and he knew that Randy had arrived and he was not going to be a happy camper.
Carter pulled the door open and noticed the grimace on his friends face.
“What in hell are you doing?” Randy asked. “We are going to be late for our tee time.”
“Sorry I guess I got carried away with some things in the house. Come on in while I just straighten up a little and we can get going.”
Randy stepped into the house and took one look around and something strange came over him. Everywhere he looked things were in disarray and for some reason that bothered him immensely. “Here, let me give you a hand. With the two of us working together we should be able to put this place right in a jiffy. And while Carter went back to organizing the cupboard, Randy began swabbing out the refrigerator. With the two of them working side by side soon the kitchen was put back into some semblance of order.
“Now where is you mop?” Randy asked. “We can’t leave the floor this way.”
15 minutes later they were ready to walk out the door. “My clubs are in the garage.” Carter announced. “We might just as well go out that way.” Then he opened the connecting door and stepped out into the garage to get his clubs.
“It is a good thing I brought my truck.” Randy announced. “Look at all the junk in here. We can make a dump run on the way.” And the two of them started to organize everything into piles. Neither of them noticed the time until both of them realized that they were quite hungry. “Oh shit, we missed our tee time.” Randy announced.
“I have no idea what came over us.” Carter said. “For some reason I just have a compulsion for cleaning today. And the bug must have struck you as well.”
“Well, we are almost done in the garage, why don’t I back the truck up so we can put a load on. We can catch some fast food on the way to the dump. With that Randy walked out of the garage and got into his truck. He was shaking his head in an attempt to clear it as he began backing towards the garage door. He got out of the cab and stepped towards his friend’s garage when his mind became very clear and he realized just what had gone on. “Shit, we wasted the whole god damned morning.” He declared. “Come on, let’s get the hell out of here.”
“What about the dump run?” Carter asked.
“To hell with a dump run, this is Saturday. We should have been playing golf not fucking around in your garage. Come on.”
“I can’t leave the place in this disarray.” Carter declared.
“Well, I am not going to spend any more of my weekend on this project.” And with that Randy got back in his truck and began driving away.
“I guess I will just have to rent a truck to haul this stuff away. He checked his pockets to make sure he had his car keys and wallet and walked out of the garage, pushing the button for the door to close behind him. As he walked towards his car, his head began to clear. The further he walked away from the house, the more clarity he gained. And by the time he had got into his car and started the ignition he no longer felt compelled to clean.