I worked with a guy who would go to his house to poop. It was a 30-35 minute drive. He swore in the 3 years he worked there, he never went in the office bathroom. I took pleasure in using the handicap stall.
--- In [email protected], "James" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > > Well, since it's quiet on the WC I'll share an office poop exchange I > just had w/ my sister. Her office is in a converted townhouse sort > of set-up. If you don't have a sister I recommend going out and > getting one. > > tanya: guy was singing Please Come to Boston in the bathroom > yesterday. pretty funny > jdebarsenal: you were in the bathroom with a guy? > tanya: no, it's right across the hall. doors and walls are thin > jdebarsenal: that ain't good > tanya: bout half the office could hear it > jdebarsenal: what other noises do you hear! > tanya: others have it worse, the ones who share walls > jdebarsenal: plops fizzes moans and groans > tanya: Kendra says she knows who is in there based on the noises > jdebarsenal: arrrrghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh > tanya: LOL > jdebarsenal: I'd be singing Please Come to Boston at the top of my > lungs myself, although that could cause me to lose focus > tanya: we do have a fan > jdebarsenal: I hope you work with a lot of courtesy flushers > tanya: we just keep the doors closed > tanya: it is the source of much joking around here > jdebarsenal: ah one big happy family > tanya: it is different than the State, or DCI I'm sure > jdebarsenal: I'd probably drive myself to the nearest public rest room > tanya: I think that's been done here before > tanya: or people have driven home > jdebarsenal: on a particularly volcanic day > tanya: yeah > tanya: best not to come in at all for one of those days >
