"Good morning, this is Restore Carpet Service. How can I help you?"
"Oh, hello. You come highly recommended from a friend who says that you can get almost any sort of stain out of carpets. I have a real doozie I need removed."
"Ha ha ha...well I've seen a lot of carpet stains in my 20 some years of cleaning. I'm sure I've got something to help the situation. What exactly are we talking about here?'
"Well, actually it's chocolate. I have a very light beige carpet and my younger brother spilled his chocolate. He was running down the hallway from his bedroom to the bathroom when he spilled it."
"Hmmmmm. I see."
"No, I'm afraid you don't. My younger brother is 65 years old and is mentally challenged."
"I understand, ma'am. I've met a few challenged older people in my time."
"That's well and good, but Roger is...special."
"How so?"
"Well, he likes to run through the house naked. Mind you, he's as harmless as a bunny, but he simply enjoys stripping his clothes off and prancing through our home. My husband and I take care of him, you see."
"Oh...well, like I said, I'm not unfamiliar with how to act around challenged people. I'm sure we'll get along fine. Now getting back to the chocolate stain, I'm assuming that Roger likes to eat chocolate?"
"Ha ha, oh he sure does. Anything chocolate in fact. We have to really watch him sometimes. In fact, that's what happened in this case. My husband and I were in the living room watching Wheel Of Fortune a couple of nights ago when we heard Roger moaning quite loudly in his room. We got up and checked on him. We opened his door and he was laying in bed with the lights on. He was awake and had the blankets pulled up tight around his neck. Before we could even say a word, he threw off the blankets and ran by us stark naked down the hallway towards the guest bathroom. That's when he spilled the chocolate."
"So...he...was eating chocolate in bed?"
"Yes. You see when he threw back the covers, there was an empty box of chocolate Ex-Lax laying there along with dozens of Hershey Kisses wrappers. He must have been gorging himself all evening. It's when he started running that he spilled the chocolate onto our carpet."
"...he...spilled...the...."
"Yes. He started squirting chocolate out of his butt like a garden hose. The faster he ran, the harder he squirted. He made it into the bathroom, but only after redecorating our hallway somewhat. My husband was able to get most of it off the walls, but we're quite worried about the carpet. Hello.....?"
"I'm still here. Sigh...how's Friday morning around 9:30am?"
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