He couldn't believe his bloodshot eyes. He rubbed them once. He rubbed them twice. Finally he convinced himself that what he saw actually was there. He walked through the glass doors and watched as the janitor, with a look of glee, picked up a waste-basket high in the air and dumped the refuse within, all over the tile. That wasn't all, he emptied out file cabinets, desk drawers and more until absolutely everything in the office was piled on the floor. The janitor put his hands on his hips, admiring his work, and he looked quite pleased. Just then, our corporate-type fellow inhaled quick and then let out a loud sneeze.
The silence was broken and the janitor looked at the man with a mortified stare. He had absolutely no idea the man had been there. They looked at each other and an awkward pause filled the air. Finally, the man asked:
"What the fuck are you doing?"
"Well, umm. Making a mess." The janitor replied.
Dumbfounded, the man asked: "Why?"
"Well, I don't really know to be honest. I suppose I was bored. Being a janitor isn't the most glamorous job in the world, but I'm good at what I do."
"You're good at what you do?" As the man disapprovingly looks around at the completely destroyed office.
"Well yeah, anyone can empty a few trash bins. Takes a hell of a janitor to clean up this sort of mess".
"So you mess everything up, just to have something to do?"
"Seems that way" said the janitor as he looked over at the empty bottle of brandy.
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