The new church janitor was a bit of an overachiever. He didn’t just scrub the floors; he made sure the men’s room was a “spiritual experience.”
One Sunday, the Deacon walks in and sees the janitor buffing the porcelain urinals until they practically glowed. The janitor looks up, wipes a bead of sweat from his brow, and says with a wink, “I like to keep everything down here extra slippery.”
The Deacon, a bit flustered, stammers, “Well, I suppose cleanliness is next to godliness!”
The janitor leans in close and whispers, “Exactly. I figure if I get them sparkling enough, the guys will finally stop looking at the wall and start counting their blessings.”
He then points to a brand-new sign he hung over the hand dryer that reads:
“Push button for a warm blow… it’s the closest you’ll get to Heaven in a bathroom.”
