The other day while I was at work, I had to go poopy. I did so in my favorite restroom with a view of The Charles River. After doing my business, I washed up, and headed for the door.
I was suddenly face-to-face with a woman, whom I judged to be about 25, so possibly a grad student. She had been washing her paint brushes. She froze and just looked at me for a solid five seconds, until I walked past her and on my way.
This woman is stupid for two main reasons. She was in the men's room, and there's a sign right above those sinks that says no paint down the drains. Fuck her.
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Yesterday I was reading and my tailbone started to hurt, which is often an indication that either (a) you need to poop, or (b) you've fallen on your bum. Given my current reclining position I was fairly certain I had not just fallen on my bum and thus knew I needed to poop.
I walked to the bathroom, did my business, washed my hands and left the bathroom.
It was grand.
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