The Sweeper in Levi’s
July 4, 2008 at 4:49 pm | In Uncategorized | 10 CommentsTags: Role-play, Society
It so happens that the establishment that I am living in presently has limited management, as the institution that this establishment belongs to is on vacation. Hence, all sorts of things keep breaking down around us, and very little effort is ever made to rectify them.
The most recent instance concerns the busting of some sort of pipe on the floor above ours, as a result of which one can perpetually hear the sound of falling water if one is anywhere in its vicinity. So is that the root of our misery? The sound of water falling at 2 a.m. while we endeavour to switch off our senses and fall asleep? Certainly not!
The falling water is conveniently making its way into the corridors. Hence, at any time, one may step outside their room and be forced to waddle. However, one is yet to witness depths suitable for swimming in it. Or boating for that matter.
This development is a cause of anguish for many. And these very many seem quite powerless to do anything about it, per se. Thus, we waddle silently.
If you want to see change in society, chances are that you will have to bring the change yourself.
Today, I learned that there was a mop lying somewhere about the floor. Not the horrid old ones that require you to kneel down on your knees, but the nicer modern ones that I love to play around with, at home and in my hostel in college. So when we returned from class today and found the floor submerged under several inches of H20, I traced down that mop, rolled up my denim sleeves, and started cleaning away to glory.
The corridor was quite deserted. Occasionally, someone would pass by, notice that someone was mopping the floor and stand and wonder how the cleaning staff here was able to afford BoyJean and Levi’s. In order to clear their confusion, I’d pause right then, and tell them in crisp English, “Do you want to pass? This could take some time…” in spite of knowing that they did not want to “pass”, but as I did not wish to leave any element of confusion in their minds as to my identity.
My roomie, as he observed me at work, commented that here was another field that I would be a marvel in (besides Computers, Law, English, Pol. Science and Psychology) Home Science.
I told him I reserve my choices to professions that pay. 2 years, he has known me. And he cannot guess that I’m gay! Talk about ignorance.
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You’re just a regular change inducing Obamaish individual arn’tcha???
Hey my friend of 10 years couldn’t figure out that I’m gay … and he did not beleive me when I told him ….
some people can be so self involved
*cough* hypocrite *cough*
Comment by Rambunctious WhipperSnapper — July 5, 2008 #
also, do you do house calls?
for sweeping??
*laughs at own joke*
*hides face*
Comment by Rambunctious WhipperSnapper — July 5, 2008 #
Yes, if they pay a LOT and last no longer than 2 hours and if the client is super-hot.
I am always open to social service. For money. With my terms and conditions.
Comment by unsungpsalm — July 5, 2008 #
I’m a little slow.
Who did you call a hypocrite?
Comment by unsungpsalm — July 5, 2008 #
Me, obviously.
Have I ever called you names, you crazy fuck?
Comment by Rambunctious WhipperSnapper — July 5, 2008 #
p.s., jk
Comment by Rambunctious WhipperSnapper — July 5, 2008 #
You’re one hell of a commenter!
Comment by unsungpsalm — July 5, 2008 #
Oh my! That’s the first time I’m seeing the f-word from Whippy. I guess he is reaching the final transition of becoming a full fledged homo!
Comment by Crazy Sam — July 5, 2008 #
He’s not already??? OMG!
Comment by unsungpsalm — July 5, 2008 #
@sam ….
OMFG!! I’ve been using the F-word since i can remember …
in fact, when I woke up on the day after being born, legend has it that I told the nurse attending to me to “clean my poo, you fuckin bitch!!”
Comment by Rambunctious WhipperSnapper — July 6, 2008 #