The average man is not what he used to be.  At first, he thinks this is normal.  The average is a function of time and one can reasonably expect to remain average only for so long.  In history’s current predicament the average man is slightly past his prime.  He is fully aware of it.  There is age and decay to consider.  Yet when the average man wakes on a spring morning in a wet season his thought is this: I am not what I used to be.

9:11 AM

The two cleaning ladies describe,

    You workers, nasty.  Uh huh, take a dump at the drop of a
    dime.  Now I bag the little turds up.  I put them on my
    boss’s desk so he knows I’m not bullshitting.  I get ten
    dollars a bag.