The young lad was taken on by the local newspaper as a
trainee journalist. After a few weeks sweeping up,
answering the telephone and generally tidying up, he was
sent out on his first assignment. He was off to interview the
attendant at the public toilets who had been working there
for fifty years.
“I expect you’ve seen a lot of changes in your time?” asked
“Oh yes indeed,” replied the man, “It’s not like it used to be.
These days, the kids come in to take drugs – ecstasy, smoke
some grass, snort cocaine, even put the needles in
themselves.” He shook his head sadly and beckoned the boy
a bit closer. “To be quite honest with you, now if they come
in for a shit, it’s a breath of fresh air.”