When I telework, I almost exclusively use a urinal unless I have to sit. It minimizes transfers.
And yesterday it prevented a monster colonic.
I was using the urinal when I heard this rumbling. I thought it might be my chair so I turned that off. No change. Then I followed Mom's eyes.
The toilet was erupting, much like Peter's volcano, only instead of soaking Marcia and some snotty gals, it threatened me.
Fortunately, it missed everything but my shoe and chair.
No one from any utility apologized or provided any warning either.
It would have been crazy uncomfortable had I been sitting, not to mention it would have scared me so much I probably would have jumped up and would now be dead..
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