I hate it when I’m trying to handle bathroom business in the stall, and another employee walks in and says, “hey Paul, that you? I recognize the shoes. What’s going on, man? Watch any interesting movies lately? I need to talk to you about that 4th quarter headcount report when you have some time, just want to make sure I don’t have job openings past 30 days. Alright man, catch up later.”
On what planet does a man not know the rules of the restroom? Don’t freakin talk to me while I’m on the pot!