Inside summary-This is supposed to be an entirly humorous fic. The first
chapter is an stupid but funny quarrel between, that's right, J.D. and
the(dun dun dun!) Janitor! Please read! If you review, I'll make another
chapter. I am open for suggestions.
Disclaimer-I own no one from Scrubs ______________________________
1. The Puddle
Dr. John Dorian stepped into the elevator with Dr. Elliot Reed and Dr. Chris Turk following behind him. None of the three of them wanted to be there. All J.D. wanted to do was go back home, have a few beers then fall asleep on the couch. Turk pretty much wanted the same thing. Elliot had a sudden craving for cheese, so she wanted to go home and eat a bowl full of chedder and American cheese. The little bing sound that occurs when the elevator has reached it's destination was heard. The doors opened and J.D. and Turk now followed Elliot out. They were all going toward the bulliton board thingie that tells them where they are needed. But before J.D. could get even half way there, he slipped and fell. Fell right on his can in the middle of the hospital's hallway. Kinda humiliating. He sighed with exhasperation and he stood up. his pants had a dark wet spot on the bottom. "Have an accident?" said a familiar voice. J.D. spun around only to come face to face with who? The Janitor.
"Have an accident?" he repeated.
"Yes," said J.D. "I-I mean no."
"Well, there's a big puddle of water on the floor. Right behind you."
"Well, I didn't put it there," said J.D.
"Well, neither did I," said the janitor.
"I would have never guessed, I mean, with the fact that your holding a wet mop," said J.D.
The Janitor looked at the mop quickly.
"Well, unlike some people, I am doing my job," he said.
"Oh, yeah, your job. You were standing in that exact spot yesterday, doing the exact same thing. Standing there," said J.D.
"I was mopping."
"Aha!" said J.D. "You admit it! You were the one who put the puddle there!"
"No, I didn't."
"Yes u did! You did it on purpose so that I would slip on it and you would have a good reason to emberass me!" said J.D.
"I'm sorry that you feel that way. I am just a lowley janitor working to make money to support my family of five," said the janitor.
"You don't have a family."
"So? I still want money. Who doesn't want money?"
"You don't have to emberass innocent people to get money!"
"I don't emberass innocent people," he said. "Just you."
J.D. couldn't think of anything to say.
"Well...O-Oh yeah?" he stammered stubornly.
"Yeah," said the Janitor.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Oh yeah!?"
"Yeah!"
"Will you two just shut up!?!" shouted Carla.
"He started it," said J.D. and the Janitor in unison.
"I don't care who started it, I'm finishing it!" she said
J.D. and the Janitor looked at each other, then at Carla.
"What are you gonna do about it?" said J.D. trying to sound threatening.
Carla's eye brows raised and looked at J.D. as if to say 'r u kiddin me?'
J.D.'s stubborn 'tude calmed.
"Now go," said Carla.
"Yes Ma'am," said J.D.
"And what are you doing just standing around? Go clean, wash, or go do whatever it is that you janitors do," she said.
"'You janitors?'" he said.
Carla gave him the same look she used on J.D.
"Now go," she said.
"Yes Ma'am."
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Please review and gimme more suggestions! My first ever Scrubs fic, so be nice. Well, gtg! Like I said, I'm open for suggestions! C ya!-ZeroZeroni
Disclaimer-I own no one from Scrubs ______________________________
1. The Puddle
Dr. John Dorian stepped into the elevator with Dr. Elliot Reed and Dr. Chris Turk following behind him. None of the three of them wanted to be there. All J.D. wanted to do was go back home, have a few beers then fall asleep on the couch. Turk pretty much wanted the same thing. Elliot had a sudden craving for cheese, so she wanted to go home and eat a bowl full of chedder and American cheese. The little bing sound that occurs when the elevator has reached it's destination was heard. The doors opened and J.D. and Turk now followed Elliot out. They were all going toward the bulliton board thingie that tells them where they are needed. But before J.D. could get even half way there, he slipped and fell. Fell right on his can in the middle of the hospital's hallway. Kinda humiliating. He sighed with exhasperation and he stood up. his pants had a dark wet spot on the bottom. "Have an accident?" said a familiar voice. J.D. spun around only to come face to face with who? The Janitor.
"Have an accident?" he repeated.
"Yes," said J.D. "I-I mean no."
"Well, there's a big puddle of water on the floor. Right behind you."
"Well, I didn't put it there," said J.D.
"Well, neither did I," said the janitor.
"I would have never guessed, I mean, with the fact that your holding a wet mop," said J.D.
The Janitor looked at the mop quickly.
"Well, unlike some people, I am doing my job," he said.
"Oh, yeah, your job. You were standing in that exact spot yesterday, doing the exact same thing. Standing there," said J.D.
"I was mopping."
"Aha!" said J.D. "You admit it! You were the one who put the puddle there!"
"No, I didn't."
"Yes u did! You did it on purpose so that I would slip on it and you would have a good reason to emberass me!" said J.D.
"I'm sorry that you feel that way. I am just a lowley janitor working to make money to support my family of five," said the janitor.
"You don't have a family."
"So? I still want money. Who doesn't want money?"
"You don't have to emberass innocent people to get money!"
"I don't emberass innocent people," he said. "Just you."
J.D. couldn't think of anything to say.
"Well...O-Oh yeah?" he stammered stubornly.
"Yeah," said the Janitor.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Oh yeah!?"
"Yeah!"
"Will you two just shut up!?!" shouted Carla.
"He started it," said J.D. and the Janitor in unison.
"I don't care who started it, I'm finishing it!" she said
J.D. and the Janitor looked at each other, then at Carla.
"What are you gonna do about it?" said J.D. trying to sound threatening.
Carla's eye brows raised and looked at J.D. as if to say 'r u kiddin me?'
J.D.'s stubborn 'tude calmed.
"Now go," said Carla.
"Yes Ma'am," said J.D.
"And what are you doing just standing around? Go clean, wash, or go do whatever it is that you janitors do," she said.
"'You janitors?'" he said.
Carla gave him the same look she used on J.D.
"Now go," she said.
"Yes Ma'am."
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Please review and gimme more suggestions! My first ever Scrubs fic, so be nice. Well, gtg! Like I said, I'm open for suggestions! C ya!-ZeroZeroni