Monday, July 11, 2005

More Bathroom

I just had a fun experience in the bathroom at work. (Any more bathroom stuff and I should change this blog title to Horizontal Stall!) I walked into the bathroom and it already smelled like someone killed a wookie*. There was a guy in the first stall who was probably the one stinking it up. So I went into the second stall and tried to hold my breath while doing my business.

Well, the guy left, but left his stench behind. Then another guy came in, and I realized that he probably thinks I'm the source! So I had to hide in the stall until a few minutes after he left to throw off the suspicion. Thank God no one else came in! But what if he recognized my ratty sneakers? Or said something about the smell to the guys who sit outside the bathroom and they looked for the next guy to come out? Needless to say, I returned to my desk almost as quickly as I had run to the bathroom.

*note to self: edit this reference once the Star Wars movie is out of everyone's minds.
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