So the story starts with me mopping the floor (it was raining out) by the entranceway. A nice looking man of about 60 years approaches me.
M = me
H = him
H: Ah you're the maintenance guy...
M: Yep
H: I used to do this...I was a cop for 30 years,but I suffered an injury on the job. So instead of retiring I became the police station janitor.
M: Oh wow (I was sincerely interested)
H: Yea...well,at least you're not working for women!
M: ......
He walks away with a smile as I stand there literally staring at the door. The ironic thing,most of the people above me are women.
I've seen that guy numerous times since this incident,and I have not said anything to him or really even acknowledged him. He seemed nice when he came in,but...
M = me
H = him
H: Ah you're the maintenance guy...
M: Yep
H: I used to do this...I was a cop for 30 years,but I suffered an injury on the job. So instead of retiring I became the police station janitor.
M: Oh wow (I was sincerely interested)
H: Yea...well,at least you're not working for women!
M: ......
He walks away with a smile as I stand there literally staring at the door. The ironic thing,most of the people above me are women.
I've seen that guy numerous times since this incident,and I have not said anything to him or really even acknowledged him. He seemed nice when he came in,but...

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