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stalling for time

I have a shy bladder (I think that's what you call it, I don't like pissing around people I don't know) when I'm sober, so pissing at work is an annoying hassle.  I lean over to check for people's feet under the stalls in the john because one of the doors defaults to shut and you never know if anyone's in there, and it's awkward all around to try to yank the door open when someone's dropping a deuce.  This time I neglected to notice someone in the first stall watching me do that from the (absurdly) wide crack between that stall and the wall.  I got the "you're not alone" snort as I walked into the last stall to piss, but by then it was too late, I had committed to the entry and I couldn't just back out then.  Luckily he was gracious enough not to try to play the waiting game with me to see who would leave first (I am unbeatable, I will serously camp the fuck out in a stall and play bejeweled on my phone until both of my phone batteries die), and got out.  I think he got some revenge by taking 3 minutes to wash his hands though.

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mrcougar
Aug. 30th, 2006 04:21 am (UTC)
man that clown shoe incident really left some mental scarring.

HOLY FUCK the partitions are shaking!!!

Me in the shitter, I could care less if someone is standing in the stall with me next to me as I always give a courtesy flush.
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