He’s in beauty school and since your hair’s curly, he’s always wanting to give you cuts because curly is the kind of hair he has trouble with.
“Okay superintendent, just once more,” you say when you bump into him while he’s bundling up the trash bags.
Three hours later your hair looks horrible and your superintendent hates himself.
“I’m going to be separating trash for the rest of my life,” he says.
You can’t take your eyes off the mirror. You look terrible.
“I wish you were dead, Superintendent,” you say to him.
He runs crying to the basement and takes his life. You don't miss him until one day a UPS package arrives for you and there's no one around to accept it. You remember the horrible thing you said to him and you decide to start doing a little personal interior decorating inside that big empty house called Your Soul.
Happy Your Building’s Superintendent Wants To Cut Your Hair Again Day!
