Our Restroom

Why? Because it sure isn't Our Town.

Where I work, there are a number of engineers at one end of the floor. Now, I always say, stereotypes get to be stereotypes because they're true. Well, whatever stereotypes you hold about engineers, they're true.

One of the more amusing aspects of these engineers is the little pageant they constantly put on in the men's room. Let me introduce you to the little cast of characters.

There's Snuffly. I call him that because of his loud breathing. One day, when I'm in the men's room, there was someone else in a stall. As I'm going out, Snuffly goes
over to the stall, kinda leans in and peers through the crack, and says
"Don't see a wallet in there, do ya?" The poor guy in there, just sitting there
minding and doing his business, says "uh, wallet?".

There are Pathetic Dribble Guy and Bouncing Guy, so-called for their performances at the urinal.

There's Toothbrush Guy. One day I go in there, and he's at the urinal. With one hand he's, uh, going about his business, and with the other hand he's brushing his teeth. Yeah.

There's Heil Hitler Headset Guy. This guy always, and I mean always, walks around with a phone headset on his head. Never takes it off, even in the men's room. And the mouthpiece is always stuck up in the air like some heil hitler salute.

There's Slow Guy. This guy moves like he's swimming in molasses.

There's Flood Pants Guy. Always has on the same colored pants, which don't reach below the ankles.

Of course, there's Small Bladder Guy. He's in there every ten minutes it seems.

There are a couple more, but I want to preserve some mystery.

Engineers. Why? Whhyyy?

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