I went to the restroom at work today and found three gents in there washing up. I didn't recognize them but assumed they had come from the same meeting because they were all chatting.
A minute before, they must have monopolized the hardware because we have one urinal and two toilets, so my timing seemed solid.
I went to the wheelchair stall and was closing the door when I noticed one of them eyeing me.
I figured he was watching to make sure I got the door closed OK, and for that moment I was grateful. Like I have said, it is not needed but appreciated.
As I glanced at the toilet seat and saw the pee all over, my gratitude faded. The $#@!$% peed on the seat, and my entrance forced him to think about what he did, I am sure.
I wiped it off but could not bring myself to sit down. I told myself I should. But instead, I stood ... until my right knee buckled and I sat back on my chair and peed on my pants leg.
But really, bitch, as long as you peed quickly and didn't have to touch the seat, I'm good. Ass.
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2 comments:
Is the sign still there? Maybe several signs are needed; like one in the stall, one on the mirror over the sink, and one on the towel dispenser.
Tony
I think the only way a sign would work is if I stapled it to the offending member.
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