When I was just winding things up at the office this evening, a security guard came by on their regular rounds. After several months of startled reactions, the security folks have finally gotten used to seeing me in the building at odd hours, and generally now poke in to chat for a couple of minutes before wandering on their way. Today’s conversation topic was the after-hours ventilation system, which I tend not to turn on when I’m in the office alone, as it seems a tad… profligate to air condition an entire floor for my singular comfort.
Security officer: “Bit stuffy in here, isn’t it?”
Me: “Oh, it probably is – I don’t think I turned on the ventilation system.”
Security officer: “Well, I can do it.”
Me: “No, it’s not a problem – I’m about to leave anyway.”
Security officer, walking out of sight: “No, really, it’s no problem.” Clonk – whrrrrmph! “It’s not like you’re payin’ for it…”