It was on a beautiful Friday evening after I had cleaned the house and sat back to watch TV. The floor was slowly drying up as I had turned on the AC but I was sure the stairs was still terribly wet. I had left the mop and the water used in mopping at the bottom of the stairs to rest for a while before putting everything back in place.
While I watched my TV not thinking that anyone would come down at such time of the night, I heard my aunt's room door creak open and like always I thought it was my aunt so I sat back comfortably even though everything wasn't put in place quite well. Afterall, she was my aunt and would definitely understand my predicament like she always does but when I looked up and saw the figure glaring bitterly at me, I quickly turned off the TV and in a bid to go take the mop and bucket out of where I left them, her always grumpy husband was already descending the stairs with anger heaving in his fat filled chest.
He was already fuming that I hadn't put things in place yet and I went to comfortably watch TV, while he descended frantically, I slouched ready to be crucified but then I heard a thud and that was just the drama I needed for my night to be made.
Looking up, I saw this fat man rolling down a flight of stairs, the help that was with me dashed into the kitchen to laugh but I couldn't because I was the main culprit. I stood firm, biting my lips hard just to hold the laughter back in. Since the laughter couldn't come out through my mouth, I released it through my butt and it came thundering.
On the rolly Polly reaching the end of the stairs, he lay there flat groaning like a sick pig and I knew he was regretting ever coming down the stairs. He should have stayed where he was instead of letting his anger overshadow him. I was really glad he didn't kick the bucket of water I left beside the stairs.
His wife, on hearing his painful yet hilarious groans rushed to the scene and I used the opportunity to get out of his sight. I laughed to my heart content till tears came running down my cheeks.
Though I left my aunt's, before then he had learnt his lesson to never leave his room if we mopped the floor till he was sure that it was completely dry.