It wasn't long before the Janitor -- an old Indian man -- pushed the cart right out an exit, heading for the outside dumpster. If Jon was tossed in there, he'd be a goner for sure. But as fate would have it, the janitor wheeled right past a bunch of teenage kids standing against the back alley wall.
"You kids shouldn't be here," he said angrily.
"Fuck you, old man," said one of them, "It's a free country."
"Fuck me?" he shouted back, "I wish you'd learn some respect for your elders."
Suddenly John's heart swelled with pride. This man was well and truly amazing for no reason other than he was older.
"Yeah," said one kid, "Well I wish you were back in fucking India."
Whatever happened next between the group, John wasn't sure, because suddenly she was a six-inch beauty standing on a gigantic tabletop somewhere.
