As the days went by, Alex noticed that Mr. Jenkins seemed to be everywhere, quietly observing her and her friends. She began to feel a growing sense of unease, as if he was watching her every move.

Mr. Jenkins looked up at her with an unreadable expression, his eyes lingering on her for a moment before he began to stoop and pick up her belongings. “I’m sorry, miss,” he muttered, “but you might want to learn to take responsibility for your actions. Not everyone’s as fortunate as you.”

One evening, while studying at the library, Alex left her trash and empty food containers on the table, expecting the cafeteria staff to clean up after her. Mr. Jenkins appeared out of nowhere, his cart rattling as he approached.

Over the next few weeks, Alex encountered Mr. Jenkins repeatedly, each time he challenged her entitled behavior. He’d appear in the background of her lectures, quietly sweeping the floor or emptying trash cans. He’d be in the cafeteria, watching her with an unblinking gaze as she left her trash for others to clean up.

Alex’s daily routine consisted of sleeping in late, attending classes, and socializing with her friends at the student union. She rarely, if ever, interacted with the university’s support staff, considering them beneath her. That was until she encountered him – the creepy janitor.

Mr. Jenkins’ expression didn’t change, but his voice took on a subtle edge. “I know more than you think, miss. I see a lot of things from my cart. Like how some people treat others, or how they disrespect the very people who keep this university running.”

Alex bristled, her entitled attitude flaring up. “Mind your own business, janitor. I’ll have you fired if I have to.”