Can someone explain to me why????
Thursday, June 30, 2005
So I go into the restroom to take a piss...
As soon as I open the door, I notice the foul smell of some serious dung. Someone is unloading like it's the end of the world... as if all he's eaten is meat to last him through out the winter. "Ok, I'll just piss as fast as I can and get out of this gas chamber."
As I move closer to the urinal, I hesitate and wonder if the stench is too much... I do a double take towards the door... and by some chance of as if I would offend the source of this stench, in a split second, I decide not to exit the bathroom. I end up in front of the urinal.
I start my deed... choking back my vomit.
But wait....
Not only is this guy tearing it up with obviously no concept of a "mercy flush"...
But no..... this guy had no shame... he straight up flushed his business down the toilet with no care as to what the person on the other end might be thinking. As my face is melting off, I'm thinking that the person he is talking to is gonna scream at him for his indecency. And as I wait, wishing my pee would drain faster, they just continue the conversation as if nothing is wrong!
He comes out of the stall... with one hand holding his phone... the other fixing his belt... I want to desperately get of there before he finishes washing his hands (at least he did that)... and I have to time it right as to not reach the door to exit at the same time he does.
As I look in the mirror and wash my hands, I am a little concerned he will see the despairing scrunch in my face... I grab a towel and run out... he was still preoccupied with talking about his dinner plans as he washed his hands.... TALKING ABOUT DINNER PLANS WHILE IN THE CRAPPER! What the hell????
As I am ejected out of the hell hole, I can only compare it to drowning in fecal matter and being instantly hoisted out by helicopter to a clean atmosphere, I cough uncontrollably almost vomiting... by now, I don't even care if he heard me. I stumble back into my office and can't believe what I just experienced.
As soon as I open the door, I notice the foul smell of some serious dung. Someone is unloading like it's the end of the world... as if all he's eaten is meat to last him through out the winter. "Ok, I'll just piss as fast as I can and get out of this gas chamber."
As I move closer to the urinal, I hesitate and wonder if the stench is too much... I do a double take towards the door... and by some chance of as if I would offend the source of this stench, in a split second, I decide not to exit the bathroom. I end up in front of the urinal.
I start my deed... choking back my vomit.
But wait....
Not only is this guy tearing it up with obviously no concept of a "mercy flush"...
"Mercy Flush - is the act of strategically timing the initial and usually largest unloading of poo to an initial flush as to not let it stink so much... giving 'mercy' to the ones using the bathroom during or after you.
This act can prove difficult when it's one of those automatic flushers. Just ask Yong."
he's talking on the phone! Talking on the phone while taking a CRAP. I'm thinking... "Well, maybe he was on the can and someone called him and it is a very important call... surely he'll hang up as soon as possible and continue the conversation after he is done... as to not draw any suspicion that he is talking on the phone while taking a dump... a dump of epic proportions. Cos that's just rude right?"This act can prove difficult when it's one of those automatic flushers. Just ask Yong."
But no..... this guy had no shame... he straight up flushed his business down the toilet with no care as to what the person on the other end might be thinking. As my face is melting off, I'm thinking that the person he is talking to is gonna scream at him for his indecency. And as I wait, wishing my pee would drain faster, they just continue the conversation as if nothing is wrong!
He comes out of the stall... with one hand holding his phone... the other fixing his belt... I want to desperately get of there before he finishes washing his hands (at least he did that)... and I have to time it right as to not reach the door to exit at the same time he does.
As I look in the mirror and wash my hands, I am a little concerned he will see the despairing scrunch in my face... I grab a towel and run out... he was still preoccupied with talking about his dinner plans as he washed his hands.... TALKING ABOUT DINNER PLANS WHILE IN THE CRAPPER! What the hell????
As I am ejected out of the hell hole, I can only compare it to drowning in fecal matter and being instantly hoisted out by helicopter to a clean atmosphere, I cough uncontrollably almost vomiting... by now, I don't even care if he heard me. I stumble back into my office and can't believe what I just experienced.
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