two men unmasked

The room in which the big printer is kept is an enclosed space in the basement behind the big lecture hall. The one wall is covered in shelving, this is where electronic parts are stored, the other wall has cupboards with wooden doors. In the middle, a big table and a cutting machine. The two printers are both on wheels standing against another wall, together with a wheeled mobile tool case holding supplies and a computer to drive the printer.
The remaining wall has tables set up along it, these tables belong to the IT people.

Under the long table in the middle of the room there is a cardboard box full of paper cuttings and trimmings, old boxes and general rubbish. These big cardboard boxes have not been emptied for months now, since the corona crisis started.

Leave the room, turn right down the corridor putting on the mask on the way, and turn right at the junction in the corridor.

Two men are there, talking to each other. The janitor and the crystal polisher are in an earnest conversation about restrictions, neither is wearing a mask. In passing, say hello, and hear as the one holds forth that major gatherings should be allowed again.
That is strange, he sounds like an expert, but he is an electrician who has taken on  janitor duties because nobody needed an electrician. And as he is not an expert how dare he spread his stupid and fallacious opinions about, endangering the security of others.
Pass them in the corridor, maintaining some distance, and go to the post and parcel office. Ask the man there for a loan of his small trolley.

Wheel the trolley back down the corridor, the crystal technician and the janitor are still talking.
In the printing room, load the two cartons full of waste onto the trolley, and leave the room again, locking the door with the small electronic tab on the keyring.

Wheel the trolley around the corner, the men are still there, still talking, unmasked.
The one grins.
He makes a comment about a photographer disposing rubbish.
Say that there is no one else to do it.

Outside the building go over to the rubbish container and empty the boxes into the waste container.
The men are just finishing their conversation, wheel the empty boxes back to the printing room and put them back under the table.


And now return the trolley.
The men have ended their conversation and are gone.
Return the trolley, earning praise from the man at the reception there.
Check the post.
There is none there.