Sophia knew she had spoken too soon.
Making a break for the restroom, Sophia and I headed in with caution. For once, the restroom did not smell like an outhouse that had sat in the sun and baked for a week straight.
"Hey, it's not bad in here today," Sophia had stated, surprised. No odious odor, no noises, nothing.
"Thank God," I returned, rolling my eyes.
No sooner had the words escaped our mouths then the flatulence began. From the third stall, a stall containing a woman wearing pink and white sneakers, came the nearly constant sound of farts, ripping one right after another. Horrified, I sat in the stall right beside her. The echo from the toilet bowl was deafening, I had to escape.
I found myself leaning down to stare at this woman's shoes, trying like crazy to recognize who it was. Why I wanted to know, I have no idea, but, really, if you think about it, it's no different then staring at a tragic accident. You just can't help yourself!
Almost as quickly as we headed to the restroom, Sophia and I scurried out. I'm certain the woman in the third stall could hear my laughter as I saw the look on Sophia's face.
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Too funny.
I work in a federal building, and a lot of old people work for the gov't. I mean, people nearing 80 (at least they look and sound so) and you know, as people age, they have less and less control over their bodily functions.
I work on the ground floor with its share of should-be retirees, and the bathroom is a three-stall one.
Well, a few times in the two years I've been here, I've walked into the bathroom to see the floor and the seat of the first stall plastered with runny poop. Somebody didn't quite make it. I feel sorry for people like that, but they should retire already, and be at home close to their own toilets.
One time a woman was in the first stall masterbating, a coworker and I think. I went to the bathroom and heard "AAAhh, mmmm, aaahh-hoh-aah" and on and on. I didn't say anything when I got back to the office. A couple minutes later Teresa went and when she got back she said, "There's a woman in the restroom gettin' it on with herself!"
"I know! I heard her too!" We couldn't believe it and tried to identify who it was. Teresa thinks she knows. I'm not so sure.
Poop on the floor trumps everything, but I don't know what is worse, hearing someone enjoying themselves too much in a public restroom or being an ear&nose-witness to farts. Both make you want to leave the place really quickly.
WOW ,that is something some people!
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