The guys who
came to clean windows in the office, not the outside windows, but the windows
that separate us from our superiors, they have interesting conversation. They were talking about how strange it
would be to see the people they work with in a suit. Apparently, they think the only places you should wear a
suit are funerals. One of them
said, “Like, what if Hector fell off the roof tomorrow and we all had to go to
his funeral. Do you think Dave would wear a suit? I just can’t picture it.”
The other one
chimed in, “No, but Hector wouldn’t have a funeral.”
“That’s
true. He doesn’t exist. What do they do with illegal Mexicans?”
“I don’t know,
man.”
“They prolly
just throw ‘em in the river.”
This is a quiet
office.
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