Maintenence Men

The supervisor asks the Contessa and me if we would mind if his crew Shampoos the carpet during work hours. We say would mind. (Brain provides unhelpful image of hair growing out of floor, accompanied by memory of ancient tv ad from childhood which featured jingle, I'm gonna wash that grey right out of my hair.) Later, hear supervisor telling his workers, We are like the department of homeland security and Dirt is like the terorrists. We've got to strike at it before it gets us. Feel that this an alarming (and confusing) analogy, but naturally, don't say so.