While leaving an appointment at the 1 S. Park clinic in Madison today I had the pleasure of listening to a janitor sing as I waited for the elevator.
He’s an older man so the music was from another era and vastly more pleasant than the usual hits piped through speakers in stores and clinics.
As we stepped into the elevator together he greeted another employee and chatted briefly with her.
After the doors closed he told me what a wonderful woman she is and how he wished he knew Spanish better so he could speak with her more fluently in Spanish. His smile and energy were infectious.
Then he started singing again as we left the elevator.
We had only about 15 seconds together so there was no time to ask him how long he’s worked there or get any other details about his life.
Yet those 15 seconds told me volumes about him.