tiny tim's hat-sized stall was constructed, most assuredly, by menthol-smoking retards from some other dimension. when you sit down on the throne, your left leg will have to contend with the heinously-mounted paper dispenser. they installed the roll spewing thing so low that your leg either has to go under it, which ends up with your thigh/knee crammed under it (touching the bottom of it!), or you have to sit sort of sideways on the throne so your left leg parallels the dispensor, also touching it.
now, you might think, "shut up and use the handicap throne room!" well, that's all good but there happens to be someone that seems to be in dire need of that special place multiple times a day, and thank god that I'm not sitting there when he rolls in to use it. I wonder if he'd yell or go tell the teacher or something.
should i just use the "easier" option regardless of other's needs here?
another solution, which a few coworkers have resorted to, is to go down one floor and use the restrooms there.
I just crap in the handi stall by default. Unless I'm extra paranoid that day.
ReplyDeleteToday I was FORCED to use the handi stall...since tiny tim's stall was "on-air" as I call it. The planets were NOT aligned, and as such, in rolled scooter boy. At that moment, when he entered, tiny tim's arena had already been vacated, so there I was sitting in HIS SPOT, with no alibi.
ReplyDeleteI froze.
HE froze, or at least his chariot stopped squeaking.
HE then left.
I was washing my hands...when the door SLOWLY opened. HE was entering via the handi push-button.
He rolled in like blue thunder...
I looked at him, soapy, and said, "I'm sorry about that." half-smiling.
He half-looked at me as he went on by and said, "Don't worry about it."
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Wow.
ReplyDeleteThat's a story you can tell your grand kids.
ReplyDeleteYou could say that's "craptacular".
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