#255 – Soiled

Back in college I worked as a janitor in a bank. I would go there at night and empty all the garbage cans, vacuum the carpets and clean the glass doors. I wore headphones and listened to music. Every once in awhile a bank employee would be working late and I would see movement in my peripheral vision. My immediate thought was that I was about to be shot by a bank robber.

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3 thoughts on “#255 – Soiled”

  1. kingklash says:

    For a second, I thought he was holding the gun wrong-way around, by the barrel with the grip pointing out.

    1. mister disco says:

      So did I.

      1. aquaticImpalement says:

        Who’s to say he isn’t?

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