I walked into the bathroom at work today to take a leak and was instantly assaulted by a foul stench. I'm no gastroenterologist, but somebody in that building is rotting from the inside out. It was an epic stench.
I breathed through my mouth while using the urinal, but I always employ that technique with reservations. I mean, isn't the purpose of our nasal passages to try and filter out some of the nasty stuff in the air? So, if I'm breathing through my mouth, aren't I just sucking in all those fecal bits unfiltered?
But I digress.
I hustled to wash my hands and get out of there, and of course just as I was exiting the bathroom, a couple of co-workers entered.
"It wasn't me!" I mumbled, rushing out the door.
These things never happened when I worked at home.
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4 comments:
Doesn't happen at home? I bet Hank has a story or two...
You'd lose that bet. My butt smells like roses. Or tacos.
Oh, this is just the beginning of your work bathroom adventures. I hope you at least have separate rooms for males and females. Bad enough a gal has to put the seat down after her boys use the toilet at home, but after the fat slovenly dude from accounting lumbers out of the work loo after coughing up a lung and apparently leaving it behind in there...well, the fun's just beginning for you. The errant used tampon awaits.
Carey, I've only visited the mens room, but I understand there is also a "family" room somewhere. There's also a unisex shower, which is less sexy than it sounds.
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