Grouch Man

Every day he comes in late, with a frown and a snarl. I do not know his name. I secretly think of him as grouch man. He is a young man, possibly out of college a year or two. He took this job without thinking about moving closer. The traffic was horrible today he says in a mean way. No one replies because I am the only one around. The teacher’s sign in sheet is across from my office. I have been here for a couple of hours by the time he arrives. About the third month of school I turned around and asked “Where do you live?” He told me and I said “You should leave earlier.” He is still griping to others, but he wisely keeps his mouth shut Around me. I am not about to keep hearing this until the end of the year.