The Mystery of the Mop
Everyone at the State University knew that Donner Hall had the best parties. All-night dancing and beer guzzling attracted the largest weekend crowds by far – especially on the notorious second floor.
By midnight every Friday and Saturday, the entire second floor was three inches deep in smashed beer cans, empty wine bottles, and stale potato chips.
But by about 7:00 a.m. the next morning, all of the garbage was removed.
The second floor residents assumed the conscientious school janitors came bright and early, before anyone woke up, to sweep up the mess.
Early one Saturday morning, Chris, still hung over from Friday night’s party, stumbled out of his bed to head for the bathroom.
Noticing a freshly vaccumed second floor, he mumbled to himself, “I guess the janitors came early again to get rid of the mess.”
On reaching the bathroom, however, his nose warned him the mess wasn’t completely eliminated.
A trail of vomit soiled the bathroom floor, ending at the point where someone was just then mopping it up.
Chris thought to himself, I’m glad the janitor is doing the dirty work so we don’t have to.
At the sound of Chris’s shuffling, the supposed janitor looked up.
Shocked, Chris realized the person mopping up the vomit was Marco, his next-door neighbor.
“Marco, man, what are you doing?” Chris asked.
Marco answered simply, “I’m cleaning up.”
“Why?” You weren’t even at the party last night.”
“Because I’m a Christian.”
No janitor had ever cared enough to clean up every Monday morning.
It had been Marco the whole time.