John's

Tiffany was not having a good day. First her husband's, make that almost ex-husband's, attorney was leveraging the house against visitation with the kids and to make matters worse she had ruined her new blouse getting Mr Devauex his morning coffee. When she set the mug down to attend to her spill the ring left a stain on a folder marked Urgent and she'd simply tossed it in the waste bin. Still. After a few hours and a chance to catch her breath she was doing much better. So much better she played her favorite work game. Flirting with Frank. Frank was this older man who worked as a janitor to break up the boredom of his retirement. He was loveable and harmless and he doted on Tiffany. His squeaky cart could be heard up and down the floor, so often John had left countless reminders to buy a new one just to get rid of the annoyance. In fact he was right on time for his 11:37 pick-up.

"Well, well. What's a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?"

"Oh Frank, it's horrible. I sit here Day after day waiting for some... kinda strong man to sweep around my feet and cart me away."

They both laughed, not at the puns but more about how bad they were. He dumped her garbage and turned to leave with a wink as Tiffany whistled at his backside. Chuckling to herself Tiffany double checked her many post it notes before taking her lunch break. Everything seemed in order and she had the stack of folders waiting for John to inspect after he came back from his 11:00 lunch with some prominent reality star who hoped to start their own chain of some bar or another... wait a second. Pacific? That was Trudy's depart...

"Oh fuck! Frank! Frank wait!"

On her tiny heels and smaller feet she hauled all 5' 2" of herself down the hall to catch the old man before he reached the trash compactor. She began swearing to herself in Italian, a trait she had picked up from her father when he thought he could swear in front of the kids and not get caught. As she comes round the corner she sees Frank with his garbage bin in hand.