Anonymous
Aaaah, so early! I am at the office at about 7:16 in the morning! Work starts at 10 AM! ODKP! What a model employee! Ahahaha!
What to do at this early in the office?
Sleep? That’s illegal unless you’re the boss.
Porn duties? That’s waaaaaaaay illegal. Well that’s legal if you’re not gonna get caught and if you do get caught, it depends on who caught you viewing one. And unless of course you are the boss.
Take a walk? It’s too hot. I can’t afford to sweat since I actually don’t have a fragrant sweat and my place here in the office is like a damp hot swamp with methane scent all over (provided by me of course, ehehe). And unless of course you are the boss with super cool Alaskan air-conditioning in your own room with only you consuming all those cold, smooth air for your smooth silky skin.
Anyway, after waking up so early and taking the ten-minute bath, I had no time to drop my load on the toilet which practically left me with the choice of warming up the office toilet seat.
It’s quite early and nobody was still around, I might be lucky enough to use the private bathroom of the office.
Alas, it was occupied and so I had to use the 8th floor’s toilet facilities. I prepared for the quest of load-dumping, removed my shirt, sat down and delivered the package.
I was wishing that no one would enter the C.R. up until I’m done (well of course, shitting in the office I think is still a bit of taboo for most people) but to my surprise, the elevator bell rang, footsteps came closer. I wished that it would be a woman and will walk straight past to the other room. BUT NOPE! The guy went straight to the men’s room.
Since I already have the other dipper, what was left to use for someone who’s gonna shit as well is the decapitated Coke bottle. I was playing it cool and whistling before I am finished when I heard the guy filling up the bottle. So it seemed that he’s to shit as well and me saying in my head that I’m sorry that I took the last cubicle which is perfect for shitting purposes. And so I finished the job, fixed my stuff, flushed the toilet and went to the sink to brush my teeth.
But wait. Brush my teeth? The unknown guy is still in the toilet. Would it be proper for me to stay and find out who the mystery shitter is?
Would it be proper to greet him “Hey, goodmorning! You shit in the same time as I do! Congratulations!”
Would he stare me in the eyes and tell me that I took over his favorite place? Such remorse may not be controlled and may result into ultraviolet reactions.
And so I’ve decided to leave immediately in order to preserve some dignity for both me and that guy, whoever he is.
I guess man is not yet ready to have his own set of shit buddies.
Good luck to our shitting rituals Mr. Anonymous. May we be forever constipated-free and bowel-ly relaxed everyday.
June 13th, 2008 at 6:30 pm
After the fart post comes the shit post - it figures hehehe
June 15th, 2008 at 11:57 am
Cheers to that!
June 17th, 2008 at 12:32 am
hear hear!