"Lunch box"

Custodians are twisted. We have to be a little off to deal with what we see every day.

Take for instance, the little boxes next to the toilet in every stall in every ladies room in America. We all know what they are for, right? Right. I've heard many names for them, including "fun box", "snack pack", and "Edward Cullen brand tea". My absolute favorite has to be "lunch box". Only because on my first day of work, a very religious, prudish, grandmother-type lady was showing me the ropes and giggled relentlessly over the name.

We notice all sorts of things in these boxes that one would think shouldn't go in there. Underpants, tags off of $150 jeans, battery operated companions. But the one that takes the cake: beer. I was cleaning out a bathroom and found in both stalls, under both boxes was a puddle. Thinking someone had used it to pee in instead of the toilet (which I guess was too inconvenient), I approached with caution. I opened the lid of the first one and saw the entire thing filled with ice and unopened bottles of Bud Light. That was odd. I opened the next one and saw an iced down flask.

OK.....? I will never understand what goes on in the minds of college kids. Never.