Friday, July 6
No one is ever going to believe that I didn't do it on purpose.
I have a thing about public restrooms, and using even the one at work is a last resort.
My back teeth are floating if I'm peeing here.
I walked into the loo a few minutes ago and almost considered peeing outside. Good lord, the STENCH.
I held my breath and frantically searched for the OUST which is kept on hand for just such occasions. Nope. None.
Did what I had to do and was washing my hands when the evil accountant walked in. She froze in the doorway with a look of horror. She muttered a faint prayer and managed to look me in the eye.
"I know. It hit me when I walked in, too, and there isn't any air freshener."
You know what?
She is the evil accountant, and I can hold a grudge like nobody's business, but I am a decent human being.
I ran to the front of the office and grabbed the tiny air freshener concentrate that is supposed to be on a time release. I ran back and sprayed two good doses into the bathroom.
"I hope this helps."
"Anything would," was the reply from the stall.
I ran away feeling like my good deed had been done.
But as I sit here and the mango scented cloud is emanating from the back, I fear that I forgot just how concentrated that stuff is.
She still hasn't come out, and I am afraid we're going to find her unconscious from the toxic blend of sewer mango.
Oh thank Dog, she made it out.
Wait, are her eyes crossed?