I've mentioned this before, but I have a very serious hangup about going to the bathroom in a public restroom. Specifically to... well, you can read about it here. But sometimes you simply don't have a choice, and you have to answer nature's call.
So yesterday this guy in our office building follows me into the bathroom. Most of the time if something like this happens when I'm on a "serious mission", I simply walk over to the sink and act like I just came in to wash my hands. Other times, if the guy is headed toward the urinal - I'll go in the stall, sit down, and wait him out. But yesterday... well let's just say I really had to go and it didn't matter why he was coming in. This time I had no choice.
So - imagine my horror when I sit down to do my business and all of I sudden I hear this...
"Hey! I saw you in the paper yesterday - on the FRONT PAGE! Good job!"
Me: (~uhnnn~) Um, yeah thanks.
Him: Yeah, it was weird. I saw your picture at breakfast yesterday and was like "Hey honey, lookit here. This guy works in the office downstairs in our building!"
Me: (~grunt~) Uh huh.
Him: So, what is it that you do again? You write a newspaper column or something?
Me: Uh, yeah. (~toot~) Something like that.
Him: Wow, that's cool. Well good luck with that. See ya later!
Me: Yeah, thanks.
Me: Good grief.