Wednesday, December 13, 2006

A Strange Bathroom Encounter

So I'm washing up after doing my thing, and another guy comes out of a stall and stands by the sink adjusting his belt. I look at him. He looks at me. Then he says, "I forgot to flush," and runs back into the stall...at which point I decide I've overstayed my welcome.
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Pat said...

Man. That is almost as bad as the time I saw a bottle of "new skin" on the top of of the TP dispenser. What were they repairing? AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

December 13, 2006 at 10:27 AM
Dave said...

One of my friends in the St. Louis office told me how he once went into the mens room and realized there was a man in the handicapped stall doing pushups... which makes sense because there's more space in there.

December 13, 2006 at 11:04 AM
Pat said...

I really like the handicapped stall. It's a luxury suite. You could just run around in there if you wanted. Maybe put in a couch, a TV. Really what else do you need?

December 13, 2006 at 11:15 AM
Dave said...

I have this pathetic fantasy about finding an abandoned part of the office building that nobody else knows about. I have my own personal bathroom, I can set up a tv, XBOX, a cot for napping. I could have food delivered there. Man that would be so awesome.

December 13, 2006 at 11:37 AM
Pat said...

Yeah. Like a sub-basement. There would be rats, but, hey, maybe they are friendly. The important thing is the food being delivered.

December 13, 2006 at 12:07 PM

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