Mila
I sprayed the concrete floor of the kennel down with a spray hose, my nose wrinkling as the acidic smell hit my nostrils.
The yellow mop bucket sloshed as I grabbed the handle and dragged it closer to the open kennel. I dipped the mop head into the sudsy water, let it soak until the bubbles stopped, and then squeezed it out.
I swirled the mop head around on the floor, blinking drops of sweat out of my eyes. The kennel stood right next to a vent, which blew out hot air. I stepped out of the path of the vent and sighed in relief as I surveyed my handiwork.
Looks clean to me.
I thrust the mop back in the bucket and wheeled the whole affair to the custodian's closet. Once the door snicked shut, I went back to the exam rooms’ hallway.
I heard voices talking as I walked down the hallway. I would normally have just tuned them out, but I happened to hear someone mention my name.