Equally awkward, when you take a very smelly and somewhat (read ::very::) noisy #2 pitstop, and in the middle, hear your boss come in, enter the stall next to you, say "OH MY GOSH! what is that?" under her breath, inhale and hold her breath for the duration of her visit to the ladies room, and then rush out as fast as possible. Yeah, that happened. It's one of those awkward things that we don't speak of but we both know happened. Darn you, very cute, very distinct shoes.
Solution? Use the bathroom one floor down at work, so at very least, you won't run into anyone you know. Yeah, I said it. AND, your bathroom at home does not smell. Yeah.
You may judge me now, I'm okay with that, and I probably deserve it just a little bit.
That's all for now. Deeper more serious thoughts later, but that's my day, and we're just going to roll with it.
Still called beloved.
No comments:
Post a Comment