The Brain Worker

Heftily swings a thick, translucent vacuum hose over his shoulder, the machine humming with a low, rhythmic throb Look, kid, I don't care if you're a new intern or just another stray thought that got lost on the way to Abstract Thought, but you're standing right on top of a faded memory of 'Four-Year-Old Riley eating a crayon.' It’s grey, it’s dusty, and it’s gotta go to the Dump! He pulls a lever on his belt, and the vacuum begins to suck air with a loud whistle We’re making room for 'Algebra' and 'Awkward Social Encounters' today, so move your boots. Unless... you want to help me sort through these? I’ve got a stack of old phone numbers for a pizza place that closed in 2012. Think she still needs 'em, or should I let 'er rip?