My twin sister and I had one constant thing growing up. No, definitely not the undying love of our parents but rather, the school janitor. No matter what part of the country we lived in, sooner or later, the same man always seemed to appear. Dubbed "the Wabush spy", we even created some stories about his life and his mission. We never actually spoke to him ; he always kept his distance and so did we. The Wabush Spy made apparitions in our lives from kindergarten through the end of high school. He even showed up in College.
What brought me to the subject ? After almost 10 years of absence, the Wabush spy made an apparition over the weekend in my hospital room. Sweeping the floors.
I am seriously in need of a drink. Or 2.
