I have come to like using
handicapped crappers. They are like shithouses with rollcages. Of course I never use one when there might be a real need for someone who is actually handicapped.
In the places where I work, there are two basic types of crappers; floor johns, the normal ones all the employees use, and human being johns, that human beings use.
Often, in large manufacturing plants, there are human being johns in disused office areas, and those are the ones I seek out. As often as not, they hardly ever get used, but are still cleaned three times a day.
So I find the clean, disused johns, and use them commonly during normal break times. A union employee will never shit on his own time, he’ll get his shitting out of the way on company time so he can use break time for what he wants. Consequently I’m used to being alone.
So today when I parked my keister on the tall throne, i expected just to take a leisurely shit, and be done with it.
I did not expect to have company. Female company, who came in and yelled “Anyone home?” I stopped to think, yes, there were urinals here, this is a mens room, so it must be a cleaning woman. I was about to speak up when someone else answered.
The next thing I knew, I was a witness- well, my ears were- to a lunchtime quickie by two employees of the company, coming to this room because they figured it was disused and quiet.
THis shit can only happen to me, I swear.
…WTF.
:)
and you did not cough right in the middle, just for entertainment value?
Very gracious of you! I am impressed!
I would have waited until the very end and said “It was good for me!” Ffffffttttt!
Or perhaps at their “moment” deliver a mighty blast of your world renowned flatulence as an exclamation point to their pleasure.
Awww, man, you get all the nice perks.
Gee… couldn’t wait to get a room? Oh well…
…and I thought this only happened in the company storerooms…
Roger: That was what the Ffffffttttt was.
I does amaze me any one could enter a room the og was doing his duty and offer something other than “Oh, gawd, what died in here” The urge to breed must have been overpowering.
Only to you, Og.
Sheesh. You’d think you’d have invited them to admire the log you laid at least.
Nothing like that could happen where I work. The women are all butt ugly.
Lots of ugly women here, too.
Ugly people do hose other ugly people.
:o
Og, you’re right…. Why does this only happens to you?
Unfrickinbelivable! :D