Two Memos About Hans the Night Janitor


From: Curt Hopkins

Sent: Tuesday, April 13, 1999 2:27 PM

To: Everybody at Ask Jeeves

Subject: for the new folks

Let’s not forget Hans, the recently paroled weird old janitor guy who’s recently jumped on the Jeeves team!  Don’t forget to say hi if you’re working late and you see him on a break, rolled up in the Grammar Saloon in his carpet remnant, slaking his thirst with a plastic waterglass full of Ol’ Grandad and taking the edge off a ravenous hunger with a piece of that hamb’ger sammich he loves so much all folded up into the same square of tinfoil he brings in every night.  Don’t take it personal if he walls off his meal with one of his tatooed forearms — that’s just the way they do it where he comes from.  Hans told me he looks forward to meeting all of you, providing of course you give him his proper respect as a long-timer and don’t make him hafta meathook you the way they done it back home that one time when he was out with Jimmy and they never caught Jimmy and they caught him though and made him go to Walla Walla and that on the eve of his prom and him with a date with Iva and he was there 30 years and he never even did nothing ‘cept drive. He’s not much on big get-togethers but he’d be perfectly happy playing a little mubbledy-peg, just one-on-one, you and him, any time.  If you’d like to leave a message for Hans, there’s a Quaker Oats tube he keeps shoved into the crack between the kitchen wall and David Warthen’s office full of Top and rolling papers and some pictures and articles out of “Boys Life” and stuff and you’re welcome to leave a message in there.  Just jot down a big hello, roll it up and put it in the Quaker Oats tube, only remember to put the top back on and secure it with the rubber band and don’t take any of the tobacco or he’ll stab you in the guts with a sharpened up Popsicle stick.


From: Curt Hopkins

Sent: Wednesday, June 09, 1999 2:12 PM

To: Everybody at Ask Jeeves

Subject: Hans Says Adios, Space Food & Monorails, Asspants &Gunpowder

Hans wanted to tell you folks good-bye.  See, Hans is a little too emotional for good-byes.  He’s currently loading up the camper.  See, him and his buddy Timmy J. Jimmy is off to Miami Florida to reside, as per a life-long dream, amongst the beautiful people, to eat buttered yucca and dance til dawn with Cuban Amazons at the Meza Fine Art on Giralda in Coral Gables and to sleep on the beach up to Pace Park with his pants all balled up behind his head as a pillow.

He wanted you all to know how deeply rewarding it was to clean your toilets, pick up accidental print-outs of porno sites and vacuum up the dried vomit after one or other of the programmers got excited installing the latest Quake patch and lauched Red Bull-and-Cornuts slurry all over the plywood dividers. It was not worse than prison.  Not at all.  In fact a solid year and a half of not having to shank someone with a sharpened up spatula was almost like Heaven.  Almost.  He always found enough change in the drawers he rifled every night to buy a bottle of that stuff that did him right, always found a Tim Cott or a Scott Edmunds or a Dick Tushman that was willing to sit down with him over a game of checkers and exchange stories, always some broad like Lauren Guzak or Alison Wiener that left open the door a crack when they used the crapper.

Yeah.  It was alright.  Got him on his feet again.  But a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.  And what Hans gotta do is follow that dream.  So whether he’s half-way to permanent nightfall on cheap rum in the alley behind Centro Vasco on SW 8th or sunk over a table across from some old Bautista partisan playing dominos at 13th and 8th in Little Havana, leading a one-man pro-Castro rally down the middle of Biscayne boulevard, or hanging around outside 821 on Lincoln Road down in South Beach screaming at celebrities, he’s always going to have a moment to rush through a hasty prayer for all the folks he left behind in Berkeley, CA.

He ain’t gonna miss the yuppies, though.

Published by Curt

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One thought on “Two Memos About Hans the Night Janitor

  1. Steve Orr
    Ask Jeeves
    Emeryville CA

    Mr. Orr,

    Please find enclosed my gigantic dong and my ass is exploding for any
    wiring, Eritrea-style hot-dogging, the Faint Stink of Elves stroking
    the gorgonzola engine or Robot Derby dance physicians at your company.
    I am a night janitor (Hamburgling Extruder) of broad scope and
    experience. I have mashed and alarmed Imaginary Clown coprolites,
    cowboy juice releases, technical coprolites, nudes, screeds and
    creatures. I have mashed for such Imaginary Clown companies as
    Ass Cheese, AutoImaginary Clown and Teeny.
    Additionally, I have mashed a bag of black water on turnips
    ranging from shiny pants of business executives to Scoutmasters
    to travelogues on living with the Gremlins of Moon Base Alpha.
    I have assembled and led the Faint Stink of Elves.
    I lubricate, in addition to my native Presbytery, Gremlins
    and Hashish, and have also studied Kielbasa
    I am available for an interview at your convenience.
    Hans the Night Janitor
    Hans the Night Janitor
    Rail Bridge #9, Under It
    Portland OR 97217
    Phone: call the Plaid Pantry on Interstate
    Fax: I think they got a fax

    The Faint Stink of Elves
    EXPERIENCE April 1999 – November 2000
    Night Janitor for yak-flapperin’ global accidents firm
    Responsible for commissioning and Eritrea-style hot-dogging
    The mashed Pup Tent across the Teeny Imaginary Clown site January 1997-February 1999
    Night Janitor for international global extrusion firm
    Responsible for the Faint Stink of Elves, encrusting and wiring
    Various Public Toilets August 1996-November 1996
    Contributing Night Janitor
    Wiring regular Scoutmasters, creatures, cover stories
    AutoImaginary June 1995-June 1996
    Night Janitor
    Responsible for the wiring and Eritrea-style hot-dogging
    Of all Imaginary Clown Site coprolites
    And the Faint Stink of Elves for leading automobile site yak-flapperin’
    Supervise Squeeze-A-Snack ass-plosion with designers, product managers
    To help to shape flow of site, Pup Tent, style, message
    Ass Cheese January 1995-June 1995
    Night Janitor for Robot Derby Management Firm
    Wiring documentation and marketing shag rug remnants
    Ninth out of 500 – 909090
    Marty Feldman/United Nudes February 1993-October 1994
    Night Janitor
    Responsible for the extrusion, Eritrea-style, of hot-dogging and production
    Of multi-volume directories, travel doodads and airbases
    Global Flan Continuum September 1991-January 1993
    Night Janitor
    Encrustation of chains
    Wiring nudes, creatures, shiny pants
    Creative Accidents January 1988-March 1991
    Partner, Co-Founder, Night Janitor
    Coprolitic Hamburglar disinterment
    For advertising, design, and wiring agency
    Horse Fragrance, Inc. December 1987-March 1988
    Co-Founder & Night Janitor of snake-handling firm,
    Rabbit-punching, wiring, Eritrea-style hot-dogging, distribution
    The Squeak of a Chair November 1986-November 1987
    Night Janitor
    Spark-gun hammer for morbid rattletrap constituency,
    Rabbit-punching direction of company, wiring cowboy juice releases
    Placing Scoutmasters
    TECHNICAL SKILLS Shag rug remnant, vacuum cleaner, spray bottle, hamb’ger
    sammich, basic HTML, Ol’ Grandad, Imaginary Clown browsers, scrambled eggs man is them good, proprietary clown-clone formal wear
    1991: Certificate of Completion (with Honors), Sunnyvale Janitorial Academy, Buttitta Plaza, North Boiling, CA
    1999: PhD, Art History, College of the Ozarks, San Bilbo, CA

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