paddedlittleparadise: Nighttime in the childcare center is a peaceful thing. All those shrieks and s
paddedlittleparadise: Nighttime in the childcare center is a peaceful thing. All those shrieks and squeals and wails of boisterous children disappear, and in the silence that remains one hears only the quiet hum of the building itself: water softly gurgling through pipes, ventilation ducts creaking quietly with the temperature change… and the footsteps of the cleaning staff.Yep, that’s me.I’m normally not here quite so late at night. But you see, I needed to grab some food first, and then traffic was an absolute disaster, and the long and short of it is that I’ve arrived here essentially when I’m normally leaving. Oh, well. At least I’m still getting paid, right?So out comes the mop and the disinfectant. Open go the trash bins, as I hustle all the sticky Cheerios and paper towels and soggy pull-ups into the giant garbage bags. Nothing different than usual, really. Though it does kind of suck that, in my rush to leave the van, I seem to have forgotten my earbuds.Dammit. So much for singing along with my playlist.But then I see it: the telltale glow of light from around the corner of the darkened hallway. Dang it, someone must have left the light on in the nursery again - ‘cause it sure as hell wasn’t me. Well, no worries; I’ll just pop in and clean it up right now-“Aah!” I almost squeal myself as I round the corner into the nursery come face to face with a startled young lady whose face I know only from the little staff bulletins I’ve come across in the lobby. She’s shocked to see me there, clearly. But what is most shocking to me isn’t her. It’s what she’s wearing.“It’s- it’s- not what it looks like-” she stammers. “I- um- well, I was just-” But there aren’t enough words in the world to explain away the sight I’m seeing right now: a slender young employee, clad in nothing but a lemon-yellow top and an astonishingly oversized diaper. With plastic pants to boot.Not to mention the fact that the crib rail is down, and she seems poised to clamber in there herself.There are few times in my life when I’ve been struck dumb, but this is one of them. She’s a grown woman. But she’s in a diaper, of all things. In a nursery. In the place where she works. After hours. And judging by those flaming cheeks and stammer, she’s been caught red-handed in the midst of something decidedly… peculiar.Well, then, tell me. What would you have done?Image Credit: ABDreams.comPlease don’t remove my caption or accreditation! If you do, may your pumpkins rot and your corn be stricken with smut. -- source link