the dumpster deep throating a rainbow

Whenever Sam - the age-old custodian at Pearson Senior Secondary - wiped the windows of the classrooms he imagined himself waving good-bye to all the kids along with their entire world of education. Whenever he wiped the windows after having a few swigs of whiskey that is.

"Yeah well it wasn't bound to last forever was it ? What with t.v., the internet and video games teaching you kids all you need to know," he muttered under his boozy breath. His right arm went up and down with a cloth in mockery of a real wave.

"Oh good luck with your future of flying space-ships or just skate-boarding down here on good old earth. Why the hell not ? Everything will be done by robots or cheap foreign labour anyway." Sam belched a blotch of condensation onto the window.

The outline of Principle Karlson appeared at the back of the classroom.

"Sam, we.. have to talk...about...." They had maintained a strong friendship over dirty jokes and crystal-clear confessions for 32 years.

What they both saw through the window that second did little to lesson the tension of what had to be done, but in the upcoming years it became a colorful detail that allowed them to keep their friendship. They could share a couple chuckles over what illustrated their story.