My Coworkers T.e.as.ed Me for Eating Lunch with the Lonely Janitor Every Day for 11 Years – At His F.u.ner.al, His [email protected] Pulled Me Aside and Said, ‘Mr. Wilson Left This for You’

out of order for three weeks.

Nothing important, yet somehow all of it mattered.

Charles always carried a small notebook in his shirt pocket, its corners worn and softened. After lunch, before he rose to return to his cart, he would take it out and jot something down.

Quickly. One or two lines.

I figured it was a grocery list, or maintenance reminders,continue reading …