Snippet #2711141

After a rather quick ten minute drive, Frederick arrived at the school he was supposed to arrive at. Timberland High School of the wonderful town of well...Timberland! Big surprise there.

Parking his modest 4 seat car that just barley reaches to his waist. He stepped out of the car and locked his door taking a good view of the school. Ah school, now those were the old days. It made him feel like a teen again...a teen in a guys body that was. He wondered how far the education evolved...Been at least more than ten years since he last went to school. They probably had more wacky terms in the education system. Maybe something involving squares and triangles...

Instead of wracking his brain even more than in the morning, Frederick soon entered the school and met with the attendant at the entrance. "Good morning sir, may I ask what you are here for?" The lady asked. "Me? Oh, I signed up for the part time janitor work here since the schools janitors got sick. So I am here to take their place for the next few days. All by myself!" He smiled as though trying to clean a whole school from top to bottom by himself was as easy as baking pie...he would admit baking pie was easy.

"Oh, you are Frederick. The janitorial closet should be down the hall to your right. Good luck..." The woman smiled, although she was surprised he would try and clean a whole school.

Frederick followed the directions the woman gave him and there his cleaning equipment was. The mighty broom! The stalwart dustpan! The brave mop! And the loyal cleaning detergent! All just waiting to declare war on the dirt and stains in the whole school. Of course, broom and dustpan would have to brave the whole battle first to get rid of the dirt soldiers.

Imagining the whole place as a cleaning battlefield, Frederick went to work sweeping the entire place. He had to do this before he could mop, common janitorial rules.