So, remember that post not too long ago about how I ended up in the stall with no toilet paper, and had to listen very carefully to know when I could dash from one stall to the next with my pants around my ankles? Well, here's what I have to say about that:
Toilet Paper:2 ; Me: 0
The other night at work, I again ventured into the bathroom and found myself grasping for toilet paper and coming up empty. This time there were 2 other ladies in the bathroom. I found myself becoming more and more annoyed at them every second they were there. They sure had a lot of business to take care of or something, because I was gone so long my co-workers thought I had fallen in. They were about to send in some reinforcements when I came back. So, the two ladies were talking and talking and talking, and not leaving. I sat there wondering if I should ask them to hand me some. I even tried to stick my arm under the stall in hopes there was some dangling toilet paper from the stall next door. No such luck my friends, no such luck. I tried 'til my arm hurt, and then I just waited for them to leave. And waited. And waited. And still waited even more! FINALLY they left. As busy as we are on Fridays, I wasn't taking any chances. I pulled (just) my skirt up around my waist and scurried (I still had my slip and other underwear sliding down my legs) next door. Brilliantly, I thought to flush the toilet in my stall before stall-hopping, that way, I didn't have to go back and flush after. Whew! I was lucky yet again, to not have been caught. This happened about a week after the first incident. I was SO good at checking for toilet paper, for about a week. This time, I'll check for toilet paper for MORE than just a week. Pretty soon, I'll catch up to the evil toilet paper fairy who keeps playing these horrible tricks on me. Mwahahahahaha....
7 comments:
Hysterical condisering that you posted about this less than two weeks ago! :) Why didn't you simply ask the ladies to hand you some TP? I'm sure they would have and thought nothing of it. Even with the "guy bathroom rules" of no talking in the BR, I would definately ask for help rather than "stall jump." I've been known to send an sms to somebody asking them to rush me some TP. :))
I hate that! I have found myself having to use the seat covers, I try to think of it as resourceful.
That is clever! I didn't even think of that! I'll have to remember that (I KNOW there is going to be a next time!)
Katie, you are so crazy! I can't believe that you didn't ask them! I have done what Julie has done before too. I think with your history you should just ALWAYS make it a rule to check before going! What are the odds?! :) Happy bathrooming!
Well, I know who the toilet paper fairy is at DMBA, but not at The Roof. Hmm, there must be more than one of them.
Maybe you need a fanny pack that you wear with toilet paper stuffed in it, so you won't have to go through this again.
Oh my goodness you are too funny!! I can't believe your rotten luck!
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