Sunshine and rainbows

George stretched his back, having just gotten up off his knees. He looked around to find his colleague still bent over the plumbing of the bathroom near the teachers lounge. Rasheed was putting back a piece of pipe behind one of the toilets, one they had to take out to clear a blockage. George was usually busy running around, yelling at students to be more careful with the appliances at Brightsdale College, but today the teacher seemed just as careless. Some half-brained, horny sonuvabitch had thought it a great idea to flush his condom down the toilet, clogging the whole system and forcing George and Rasheed to do their least favorite job. Rasheed, in all fairness, was a janitor, not a handyman. But he had been first on the scene, mopping up water and trying his best to tame the rogue toilet. Together they had spent the whole morning and the better part of the afternoon fixing the damned thing and cleaning the whole place up. George had no idea what idiot had caused the whole debacle, if he had than that person would have been the one on their knees cleaning sewage water from the tiles. Alas, the job was pretty much done now and George had again earned his place at the college.

“There we go, all done.” Rasheed got up with a grunt. The heavyset, grey-haired fellow stood about 5’4” tall, barely reaching George’s chest with his head. He looked up at him and smiled that happy go-lucky smile he was known for around the maintenance staff. “Good work Rasheed, I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Rasheed smacked him on the shoulder playfully and pulled his pants up above his bellybutton. “A lot of time cleaning up, I’d say.” The two of them shared a laugh and gathered their stuff to head out of the bathroom. “So, what’s your next assignment?” George put a wrench back in his tool belt and picked up the wet floor sign. “Don’t know yet, although I’m sure bossman will come up with something.” Rasheed lifted his eyebrows knowingly, all too familiar with the bossman George was speaking of. The true title of the man was about as vague as his personal life. George only knew him as the guy that would yell from the other end of the walkie-talkie and give him his assignments. Although he was known to also lord over most of the maintenance crew, janitors, landscapers and the like. One thing everybody agreed on, the man was a right bastard.

“Be seeing you around Rasheed.” George waived the man off as he was pushed his trolly full of mops, brooms and other cleaning supplies. He waved back and George watched him disappear around the corner of the hallway. George decided to pop his head into the teachers lounge, to let them know the coast was clear. “The toilets fixed, ya’ll can go about your business again.” A few teacher looked up and nodded, some smiled gratefully. Others deemed George hardly worthy to look at and instead focused on ignoring him all together. One teacher spoke up, a young looking, bookish guy. “What ended up being the problem?” George studied the teacher for a second, he seemed like a nice enough guy. “You’re a biology teacher right?” The man nodded, a little confused by George’s question. “So you teach sex-ed too, I presume?” He crossed his arms and took on a typical, judgmental teachers pose. “Yes I do, but I don’t see the relevance to any of this?” George could only smile, crossing his arms the same as the teacher. He looked around the room to notice that now most of the staff was paying attention to what was going on. “Well in that case… would you mind teaching your esteemed colleagues here that you can not flush a fucking condom? Throw it in the trash next time dummies.” George let his eyes fall on a couple of the male teachers, hoping the glimpse a hint of guilt. None of them let anything seep through however, so George decided to just leave the room in its state of embarrassed awkwardness.