- May 18, 2001
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I walked into a bathroom stall at the office this morning.
A coworker saw me walk in.
The coworker decided it was the perfect time to quiz me about a report I wrote over a year ago. I guess he decided that at that moment I would be a captive audience.
I spent the next several minutes trying to explain through the stall door how the report works, all the while trying to bodily suppress anything that would make the situation any more awkward.
The moral of the story is this: I don't care if your frickin' hair is on fire and I am the only person who can help put it out, if I'm in the stall, I might as well be on Jupiter as far as you are concerned.
Jeez, already.
A coworker saw me walk in.
The coworker decided it was the perfect time to quiz me about a report I wrote over a year ago. I guess he decided that at that moment I would be a captive audience.
I spent the next several minutes trying to explain through the stall door how the report works, all the while trying to bodily suppress anything that would make the situation any more awkward.
The moral of the story is this: I don't care if your frickin' hair is on fire and I am the only person who can help put it out, if I'm in the stall, I might as well be on Jupiter as far as you are concerned.
Jeez, already.