Last year I finished my freshman year at an underwhelming way-station for slow folks known as **** University. The qualifications for getting in are as follows:
1. Write a check that doesn't bounce.
2. See rule # 1.
This so-called university is in a smoky, rat-infested part of New Jersey known as "Orange". The town once may have been orange, but it is now covered in sludge, nuclear waste, and human biowastes.
I needed a job for the summer, so I applied to a nursing home. I got the job. The qualifications for this particular job were:
1. Show up
2. See rule # 1.
The second day there, I committed a fireable offense -- but nobody ever found out.
One of the inmates errantly walked into the kitchen and downloaded a giant turd onto the ceramic tile. The turd was three inches in diameter and 4.5 inches long. It was yellow and black-speckled. It smelled like the dissected eyeball of a tarantula.
One of the staff members picked up the turd with a paper towel, set it on an empty box in the corner of the cafeteria, and went off in search of the cleaning staff.
I came in, sniffed out the turd, and picked it up with a metal shovel and threw it in the garbage can.
An hour later I returned to the cafeteria to find out that the employee had freaked out when the turd disappeared. He thought one of the inmates had thrown it into the giant pan of meatloaf, which looked the same.
They had to throw out the entire meatloaf lunch entree and all the inmates were pissed. Nobody got any meat for lunch.
I never told them I'd removed the turd for fear of being fired.
One loaf leads to another.