Yet Another Dispatch from the Bathroom
OH HOLY JEEBUS.
This is going to be about an apocalyptic experience in the 1st Floor Restroom, so if that sounds disgusting, don't read this.
After lunch I stopped in to get some napkins. This big fat janitor man trundled in after me and locked himself in the one stall. Okay.
Just walked back in—34 minutes later—and he's still in there. I recognize the shoes. The floor at his feet is littered with scraps of TP, an empty roll, bigger scraps. And the smell: it's like Rick Moranis shrank me down and his neighbor came over and shoved me into his rectum. There are probably visible poo particles floating in the air around this guy's face. Fucking so bad that I walked out and walked to the OTHER SIDE of the building to get a NAPKIN to clean up some water rings on the desk. Oh, man. Oh.
. . .
Here's something you should never do: a google image search for 'amputation.'
This is going to be about an apocalyptic experience in the 1st Floor Restroom, so if that sounds disgusting, don't read this.
After lunch I stopped in to get some napkins. This big fat janitor man trundled in after me and locked himself in the one stall. Okay.
Just walked back in—34 minutes later—and he's still in there. I recognize the shoes. The floor at his feet is littered with scraps of TP, an empty roll, bigger scraps. And the smell: it's like Rick Moranis shrank me down and his neighbor came over and shoved me into his rectum. There are probably visible poo particles floating in the air around this guy's face. Fucking so bad that I walked out and walked to the OTHER SIDE of the building to get a NAPKIN to clean up some water rings on the desk. Oh, man. Oh.
. . .
Here's something you should never do: a google image search for 'amputation.'
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