Timmy picked up the next laptop waiting for repair. He carried it to the air compressor where he stood it on its side, with its fan vents pointing up. He grabbed the compressor’s air hose and pulled the handle. Air shot out in a violent stream that soon became a constant, smooth flow. He aimed the air stream into the vents.

A white cloud of dust, and God knew what else, blew out of the bottom vents on the computer. “Yuck.” Timmy knew that would happen. “You think I’d be used to that by now.” He knew he’d never get used to the crap that came out of the vents when he blasted air through them. “At least this looks white.” He was glad it didn’t look yellow, brown, or black. He was glad it didn’t smell like someone was smoking an entire case of cigarettes at one time.

Once the cloud faded and Timmy was fairly certain he wasn’t going to blow more dust out of the computer, he picked it up, and carried it to the workbench, where he made his next discovery. “Ah, the joys of opening the laptops.” He raised the display, and shook his head. “Look, mom! Crumbs!” He stared at the keys on the keyboard, and wondered what the stains were. Sweat? Snot? Spit? “God, I hope it wasn’t a guy that watched porn.”

He picked up the can of disinfectant spray, and coated the keyboard, touchpad and palm rests thoroughly. “Soak a while, you slimy thing.” He fetched the next notebook computer, and blew the dust out of it. He set it on the workbench, next to the one he’d left soaking in disinfectant.

Timmy pulled three paper towels off the roll, he stacked them, then wiped the disinfectant off the keyboard. He wanted to let his inner 3 year old out, and make a funny face, and say, “Ewwww! That’s yucky!” but he was a grown up, so he didn’t. He did, however, look at the gunk he’d collected on the paper towels, as a voice in his head screamed, “Don’t look, Ethel!”

It was too late. He stared at the soiled towels, and groaned, “Yuck,” as he wondered what nasties his fingers were going to encounter when he had to type on that keyboard. “Another experiment in human immunity, brought to you by, “ he looked at the name tag tied to the computer, “Henery Smith.”

There was nothing really to do, but turn the computer on, and hold down the escape key to reach the boot menu. He booted it from the diagnostic flash drive he’d inserted in a USB port. “I sure hope I’m immune to all the shit on this one. Jesus.”

Yeah. Timmy knew. It was just another day in the yucky land of a computer repair tech. Another day in the never ending experiment with his immune system. He wondered sometimes, how many bacteria of how many kinds he’s had to stick his hands in just to do his job. He decided he didn’t want to know.

“Could be worse. They could have puked all over it.”

He laughed. Yeah, he needed all the optimism he could get. It looked like one of those days.

It’s April 30th, the 26th day of the A to Z Challenge 2015. This is the 25th of 26 pieces I’m writing in April for the challenge. This one’s for the letter Y. Next is the letter Z. And I know exactly what I’m writing for that.

#12DaysBop : Party Time!

Welcome to day 10 of Stacy Hoyt’s 12 Days Of Christmas Blog Hop. Today, the prompt is the gift of spirit. And I couldn’t help but think of the spirit of the party…

You would think humans would know not to invite us to their parties. But they drag us to all their parties. We come in with the drinks. The case of Budweiser. The bottle of Chianti. The 2 liters of Seven Up and the quart of Jack Daniels. Our favorite’s the homemade punch. We are, after all, the spirits of the party.

Tonight, I’m here to see if I can get some female human to wake up in the morning and realize she’s in bed with someone she doesn’t know, and she has no clothes.

My best friend wants to get some guy to throw up on the boss’s wife. That’s him, over there. Stalking the life of the party. The guy that’s got to dance until he pukes.

One of us wants to get some idiot to think he can still drive, when he can barely stand. He’ll get bonus points if that guy never gets home tonight, especially if he causes a wreck, and other humans die.

See her, over there? She’s hoping to get a whole group of people to tell the truth. To say the words they’d never say if they were sober. If she gets it right, there could be at least one fight. And someone may even get fired.

The guy over there got the lucky draw. He’s trying to get someone’s wife to wake up in the morning with the wrong guy. Like that gal over there. The one that keeps staring at the guy in the black shirt.

Humans never seem to learn. And that’s OK with us. After all, we are the spirits of the party, don’t you know. Now, let’s have some fun.

Please go enjoy the rest of the stories in the blog hop. There are some really gifted writers out there. It’s well worth reading their work. You can find the other entries here:

The 12 Days Of Christmas Blog Hop, Day 10 – The Gift Of Spirit