Being a glutton, I am still a little hungry after lunch, so I go pay a visit to the vending machine, which is right next to one of the janitorial offices.
There are about five of them hanging out in this tiny little office, chatting until I turn the corner. Immediately they shut up and stare at me as I try to use the machine. As if that isn’t awkward enough, it spits my dollar out. The janitors all start chiming in with advice: “your dollar is too wrinkled,” “turn it around,” “no, don’t do it that way” and “hey it just spit it back out again.”
I can’t handle such pressure so I just leave. Moral of the story: don’t eat junk food.
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Hahahah. I think I know exactly which machine you’re talking about- in the basement of Snow, yes? I had many encounters with janitors while trying to get snacks there. It’s also awkward when you’re standing there and one of them comes out of the office, but has to wait for you because there’s no room to pass.
Yep. Did that one really super creepy guy work there when you were still there? The dude with the long flowing white hair and the sunken zombie eyes? Eww.
Hmmm, don’t remember that one. Sounds fun!
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