You decide to slide your belongings under the couch. "Your belongings" consists of a stick of roll-on deodorant and a toothbrush you bought at a gas station, and stowing them under the couch is not a particularly time-consuming process.

It isn't until bedtime rolls around that you realize something is wrong. Having just bummed some toothpaste off one of your relatives, you reach under the couch for your toothbrush. Instead, you find nothing. Could it be that one of your relatives swiped the toothbrush you had so carefully placed on the floor for safekeeping? Nah. You stick your head under the couch to see what's going on:

Instead of dust bunnies and your toiletries, you find what appears to be a portal to another dimension. Great, you think to yourself, now I'll probably never get that deodorant back. You feel around inside the portal, trying to find your roll-on. As you grope, another hand grabs your wrist and yanks you into the portal.

You land with a thud in a room too dark for you to see. Even so, you spend a few moments looking around, before a pair of strong hands yanks you to your feet.

"There you are, up and at 'em!"

You're curious about who just gave you that bit of encouragement. A small lantern flickers to light, and you finally see who it was that dragged you under the couch:

"Well met, laddie! Glad to see you're ready to go now!"

You ask the strange, sprightly creature what he's referring to.

"Why, dust mining, of course! There's acres and acres of the stuff here in the world under the couch, and 'tis our task to harvest it!"

You politely decline and look around for another portal leading out. The wrinkled creature grabs your arm and forces you to look him in the eye:

"Don't misconstrue, my friend. I was not asking for you to join me. Now suit up. Our shift starts in 5 minutes, and goes on for the next 20 years."

The creature forces you to don some gray coveralls. He then escorts you to the great dust fields where you toil away for almost five minutes, until the combination of dust in your lungs and a stitch in your side forces you to keel over. You struggle to breathe while the dust overseers kick you in the gut, but it's all for naught. On the bright side, you are made Dust Harvester of the Month, in memoriam.

TIME TO DUST OFF YOUR STARTING OVER SHOES!!!