Tuesday, October 27, 2009

A story for you to enjoy

(Note: this is a product of my imagination. It did not really happen to me)

It was a dark and lonely bathroom stall which my laden bladder forced me to use that night. The light within had burned out weeks previously, and, knowing the custodian of my building as I do, it would not be fixed within the weeks to come.

Late the hour was, I having had to stay long after the majority of my compatriots had been released, in order to update the W.E.N.I.S (Weekly Estimated Net Income Statistics.) In order to accomplish this daunting task, I imbibed several large cups of the dishwater coloured beverage management called "coffee". It was in hopes of staying conscious long enough to earn the freedom from my cubicle.

As the need to urinate came strongly upon me, I crept down the empty row of cubicles to the dual stalled lavatory which we were afforded by our generous managers.

The illuminated stall on the right was unoccupied, as I was the soul occupant of the floor at this late hour. However, the previous user of the illuminated stall had neglected to adhere to the "personal hygiene items go in the trash, not the toilet" notice posted in the the stall.

I peered into the foreboding dark stall on the left and began to consider the possibility of waiting until I had the comfort of my softly lit lavatory at my place of residence.

Unfortunately, the need to urinate was too great, and I was forced into the foreboding stall. When the door closed behind me with a "thud", it became even darker and more foreboding than when I first assessed it. The smells from the illuminated stall on the right was overpowering, and I held my breath. The lack of oxygen present in my blood going to my brain eventually forced me to exhale the precious air I had saved for this occasion. I made my deposit and inserted the deposit slip before completing my transaction.

I washed my hands in the lurid sink and crept back down the row of deserted cubicles to where, upon my own, sat another cup of the "coffee" sat, waiting to make me go again.

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