The Witness Took A Plunge
I just had a really interesting experience in the Men's restroom in a government facility in the Midwestern U.S. Basically, I was following my normal morning routine: get to work late, grab some strong government-issue coffee, drink 16 ounces and see if I need 16 more, then hit the Men's room for my "3 Minutes of Freedom."
Now this morning, during my "3 Minutes of Freedom," the process was not particularly excruciating as I stuck to greens and a malted beverage last night. I did not even mind that there was another occupent in another stall making similarly odd noises and smells. However, after completing my task of, as the French put it, "Parachuting the Senegalese," I reached for the flush level and...NOTHING. So I am staring at a bowl of nasty and the freaking thing just won't flush. What to do. Well, with only one witness, who did not know what stage of the process I was in, I decided to cover up and bolt. So I grabbed 20% of the remaining TP, dropped it in one big lump in the salad bowl, washed my hands (in the sink of course), and bolted.
Afterwards I had a few of thoughts:
1) This is actually sort of a funny prank, even if the thing WOULD have flushed. You know the next guy would avoid that stall like the plague (and should), though it was the primo spot in the joint (inside wall, on end, furthest from urinals).
2) I am a grown man and potty humor still makes me laugh.
3) The only person that will even care is the loser "Retired-in-Place" government stiff that actually goes to the Men's room to catch up on reading and avoid those pesty phone calls and emails - for up to an hour!
4) This was not a dream.
Thought I'd share...
