Our bathrooms were broke, so we had to use the ones on the 21st floor. It was pretty weird. First the 21st floor ladies were in there griping about how the door wasn’t locked today/ why not/ it’s a security risk. I nicely mentioned that it was probably to accomodate the un-bathroomed, so they stopped trying to lock it but were still very concerned about security. Why, crazy ladies, why? Who is stealing cups of toilet water?
Second, there were only two stalls, so things were a bit more intimate than usual. Third, there was a vent blowing directly on the seat, so it was impossible to put paper down to sit on. I had to sort of lick it* and stick it to my legs and hold it as I sat down quickly. Third, as I did my business, our VP came in and went into the next stall**. I was just getting up and so my tp seat liners blew right up against her leg. I couldn’t take them back or apologize because she was getting all busy and noisy over there, and it would have been worse if she knew it was me or an arm came reaching around her feet. So I fled anonymously.
*not really.
**I knew it was her because I had earlier heard her asking how to get there.
