Today, she was halfway through scrubbing a guest room when her pedometer beeped. She dropped the mop, looked at me, and said, “Shift’s over, friend. Legally, I can’t do more.”

I asked her how she knew the law so well, and she grinned, “I Googled it on my niece’s iPad.”

Spent the next hour scrubbing toilets while Sheila enjoyed her breakroom snack. A guest later complained about an “unfinished vibe” in their suite.

Scrubbed alone, whispered, “Yes, friend. This is fine.”

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