It finally happened. Despite all the signs saying the wheelchair stall was for people with disabilities, I came in yesterday afternoon to find someone not-at-all-disabled in there.
Why? The other stalls weren't filled. The perpetrator wasn't even that big. What kind of person does that?
"A [sounds like deuce]," a friend said. She then provided further evidence that she is really my "work sister" by demanding the deuce's name. I honestly don't know his name, so then she started grilling me on his looks. We didn't get too far there either.
I stayed in the bathroom till he came out, and it wasn't anyone I'd seen using the stall before.
"Sorry about that," he said, but I suspect he meant was "Sorry I got caught."
I am sure he didn't notice that I didn't acknowledge his apology. I needed to go the bathroom.
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I was fired up! That guy! I want to go give him a piece of my mind and shake my fist at him. I MUST know who it is.
just FYI: I am a little scared of you now. Again, just like i am of my sisters.
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