Janitor Finds Gym Floor Filled With Umbrellas, Then Reads the Note Left for Him

A worse mess

Frank pushed the gym doors open and froze again. Someone had gone back in. The umbrellas were gone—but now a dozen folding chairs had been stacked into strange pyramid shapes across the floor, topped with cleaning rags and snack wrappers. One mop had been duct-taped to the basketball hoop. It looked deranged. And again, only a janitor’s keys would allow access this early.