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And keeping in that same vein...when I reach for the toilet paper and there is nothing but a piece or 2 and you have to clinch, and shuffle to another open stall to finish up. This happens to me at home ALL the time. The ole lady can never seem to replenish the joy roll .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!