Just went to take a piss in the toilet at work. Small amount of paper at the bottom, but no signs of anything out of the ordinary. I urinate, I flush, and a hitherto hidden blockage makes the water leap up right to the rim of the bowl (I’m not sure whether it’s better or worse that I’m dealing with this momentary fear when it is not of my making). Strangely there’s very little paper or anything else noticeably stopping the water from draining, but sitting high atop it all, doing a dance of death around each other, are one solitary piece of corn and a long black curly pube, locking in a slow motion whirlpool.
Painfully busy week at work (which is unceasing on this lovely Friday), but damnit if I’m not gonna find a little time to talk shit* on a Friday afternoon. Tell me your work toilet stories! Memories, heartbreaks, the little games you play. Work toilets!
* I mean this metaphorically, though of course in this instance a delightful pun has fallen into my lap.