It had only taken a few minutes, and before Jon knew it he found himself at the door of the man's apartment. The stranger opened up the door while juggling the weight of the grocery bags, and Jon entered after him.
"Hey, thanks, I really appreciate the help. You grabbed all those bags like it was nothing!"
Jon smirked. "Nothing a professional maid couldn't handle, I assure you." He paused for a moment. What was with the pompous attitude?
Then he noticed his hand moving toward a small, barely noticable pocket stitched into his outfit. He didn't understand how he knew about it, or why he was suddenly pulling out a card and handing it out to the man. "I'm afraid I'm being contracted at the moment, but feel free to ask for my services at the end of the year." Jon in his own head was getting increasingly concerned. Contracted? Professional maid? Why am I saying all of this?
"Well, I'll gladly take that into consideration, erm..." the man glanced down at the card briefly, "Judy." Confused, Jon took out another card and looked at it, realizing it was a business card. Besides a phone number in the corner and the overall minimalist style of the card, Jon took particular notice of the writing in the center:
Ms. Judy Goodwell
Devoted to excellence. Striving for 100% client satisfaction.
Jon blinked. Had he somehow stolen someone else's work uniform? "Um, I should get going. I simply must get back to work." There he was again, saying words that he never intended!
"Alrighty, thanks again!" The man gave Jon a final look as he began putting away his bags. Jon made his way out of the building.
"Okay, I should still be able to get there on time..." Jon resumed his rapid walk, this time not noticing the oddity of his statement.
