Public Bathrooms Continued...

Today as I walked into the bathroom at work (it's semi-public), I noticed that the first stall, of two, looked to be packed with luggage. It also happened to be packed with a guy sporting a pretty gnarly Southern accent, one that doesn't allow for the luxury of 'ing's, and he was givin' some guy the riot act about a project update issue. He went on and on, unabashadly giving this guy a toungue-lashing while firmly seated on his porcelain desk-chair of choice. Did he care if I happened to walk into the bathroom for such an unexpected treat? Hell no! The guy was doin' bidness. I have to admit that he isn't the first guy I've seen do his business on Mr. Cleans stompin' grounds. Generally, you see this sort of behavior at a urinal, most-likely at a large sporting event, but it does happen in the office as well. On the shitter, now that's a rarity. So, instead of feeling slightly queezy about the whole thing, I felt honored to have been included.