I was just hanging around the office reading a newspaper when this guy
walks in. He was packin' a vacuum cleaner and had a really determined
look on his face. Before I could even get out of my chair he threw a
cloth down on the floor and then piled a big load of dirt on it.

"Hey!" I said. "What the hell are you doin'? That's my clean floor
you're messin' with." He set his jaw and looked me straight in the eye.
"Mister" he said, "I'm gonna sell one of these Ultravox 1000's today
if it's the last thing I do." Then he reached into his jacket and
started to pull a gun on me.

I guess he must have missed the printing on the door that said PRIVATE
INVESTIGATOR. I had my gun out real quick and got the drop on him before
you could say "clean and spotless."

But the poor jerk was just tryin' to make a living, I had to give him that.
And it turned out to be a pretty good vacuum cleaner over the years.