Better You Than Me

I’m waiting for the elevator to begin my work day. On my way to the elevator lobby I notice the strong smell of citrus cleaner which means that the janitor on duty is either hard at work has just finished cleaning up a fine mess some moron has left.

I am right, and I notice that this man is on his knees, toiling away at some scuff marks on the tile. So, naturally I go around him and leave to his job. Far be it for me to bother someone in the middle of working hard. I continue my wait for the elevator.

Enter another person ready to begin her day at the office. An older women looking like any other generally cranky lady. It astounds me that at this hour some people manage to be condescending without even trying.

She looks down at the gentleman (I say gentleman because even though he is on hands and knees, he sees her and smiles good morning).

I know what’s coming.

Hag: Tough job…

Janitor: ::smiles:: Someone’s gotta do it though

Hag: Well, I’m sorry its you but I’m glad it isn’t me ::smiles::

At this point my eyes shoot open at my janitor friend and he has this blank look on his face. It says a lot this look. It says mostly that “I’m thinking of filling your ears with some of this citrus smelling goodness till your eyes fall out of our face”

I don’t blame him.

I snicker, but when she turns to me I am looking right at her with the most incredulous look I can muster and she at the very least has the decency to blush.

The elevator door opens, and I tell her ladies first. She enters, and holds the door for me but I tell her I think I’ll wait for the next one.

The last thing she hears is me saying how much I think some people are just assholes.