Twenty Years of Revenge

We (facilities, on behalf of the school) started tearing down a campus-owned residence yesterday. It probably started its life as a house then was sectioned into ten apartments, but most recently served as mold habitat and one apartment. According to everyone else here, the school has been wanting to tear it down for years, but they were waiting for the final resident to move out. It wasn't quite condemned, but it was in such poor condition that my coworkers had ironically nicknamed it "the Hilton".

Froggy had such loathing for the building (and for the twenty years of repairs he has had to do there to keep it habitable for just one person) that he told the demolition guy that he wanted time in the operator's seat. Apparently, revenge is a dish best served with the fork of a trackhoe.