A female co-worker announced this morning that there was “poo” on the women’s restroom toilet seat, located on the third floor. These are the types of conversations I hold precious. It’s not that I’m into poo or anything, but I do find poo funny. It should also be noted for the record that farting and burping are also endless sources of amusement. Yes, poo is gross when it’s on a toilet seat. It belongs in the toilet. You will not get an argument from be about that. There was laughter, and it wasn’t just from me. So then the co-worker proceeded to announce that she was making the trek to the first floor so she could sit on a clean seat, or at least place a cover on the seat without worrying about poo. A damn good idea.
Moments later there was another announcement that the 1st floor women’s restroom also had poo on the seat. I was dumfounded. How is it that two people missed the really big hole? I didn’t quite understand, but I was comfortable taking her word for it. She was trustworthy.
“It’s just not fair to the pee-ers!” she said.
I can’t say I disagree. It was at that particular moment that I was thankful I didn’t have to sit on a seat when I urinated. It was something I had been taking for granted for years. No more. From this day forth I will appreciate the urinal. Just thought I would share.
that’s the type of announcement you really need to hear over the office loudspeaker. it really brings the office together.
Posted by rob on September 30th, 2003.
I LOVE Poo. Only in the way that it makes me laugh, though. I got bored the other night while I was watching television, and wrote on my quilt that my Nanny made me. I wrote the word Poo. My girlfriend was visiting, and she saw it. We laughed for hours. It brought us closer together. Thank you, Poo.
Posted by Joe on September 30th, 2003.