The door opens and Carl the janitor entered. Jessica thought highly of Carl because he helped her dad get back on his feet after Jessica's mother left. Plus, her dad and Carl went to school together and are still friends to this day.
Carl emptied a trash bin while listening to music. He pushed the cart along.
"Brian, how are you doing?" Carl asked.
The nerd looked away, a bit embarrassed.
"Your dad work here?" John asked jokingly.
"Lay off dude," said Jessica.
Carl spotted the blonde.
"Hey Jessie, how are you?"
"Good thanks," Jessica answered.
"How's your dad doing?" Carl inquired.
"He's doing better, his cartoon drawings are taking off;" Jessica replied.
"Your dad draws cartoons for a living?" John asked skeptically.
"Yes dude, he's a cartoonist." The free spirit responded.
"Carl?" John asks.
"What?" Carl faced the criminal.
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure," said Carl.
"How does one become a janitor?" John asked.
"You want to be a janitor?"
"No, I just want to know how one becomes a janitor." John pointed out. "Because Andrew here is very interested in pursuing a career in the custodial arts,"
"Oh really?" Carl raised an eyebrow.
"You guys think I'm some untouchable peasant, serf, and peon huh?"
"Maybe so," The custodian continued. "But following a broom after shitheads like you for the last eight years, I've learned a couple of things. I look through your letters. I look through your lockers;"
John looked a bit surprised.
"I listen to your conversations," Carl points at his ear.
"You don't know that, but I can do. I am the eyes and ears of this institution my friends;"
Just as Carl was about to leave, he stopped.
"By the way that clock's twenty minutes fast." Carl added.
The others were surprised; John and Jessica were the only ones grinning.
"Later Carl," Jessica said.
Carl waved in acknowledgement.
