Clean Buddhist...

I met the office cleaner tonight. Stereotypically, for a cleaner, he was a philosopher. He had locked us in the office, "because my big philosophy book is in the reception and I thought someone might come in off the street and have it." His mother was a Jew, his father was a protestant, his stepfather a Jehovah's Witness. "What is this," I said, "a Woody Allen sketch?" "It was pretty obvious what I had to do. I became a Buddhist." I liked the cut of this chap's jib. And also the nose ring. He was keen to tell me more about his Buddhism. "It's just a way of getting from A to B. I pick and mix it. I'm part Zen, part Tantric, I pick and choose the bits I like." Then he emptied the bins.