Had a busy day today at the little office I rent space in these days. Lots of people coming in and out, me throwing a hippy out on his ear for wanting to use our computer, our fax, and the long distance phone for free so we could "give back" by letting him mooch.
(by the way, there is nothing funnier than looking some "organic farmer" in the eye and telling him "If you don't leave, I'll mace you with Lysol..." It was classic)
But then the unthinkable happened sometime while I was grabbing lunch.
The Phantom Sh!tter (also known as Return of the Brown Eye) struck.
It wasn't the vegan hippy as it smelt too bad, and it was well before he came in. But someone, and as god as my witness I am going to find out who, came in and unleashed hell all over the one toilet in the place. Nuts, chunks of bacon, all sorts of things I think are used and returned mac and cheese, and it smelled like someone slaughtered an entire Somali village in there.
If it wasn't where I needed to drop off some used Thai food, I would have thought this was the funniest strike ever. However, like Nancy Kerrigan said "why god, why?!?!?"
So wrong I had to call the special unit of the janitorial group we use. It still smells like someone crapped a whole five day dead grandma back there.
(by the way, there is nothing funnier than looking some "organic farmer" in the eye and telling him "If you don't leave, I'll mace you with Lysol..." It was classic)
But then the unthinkable happened sometime while I was grabbing lunch.
The Phantom Sh!tter (also known as Return of the Brown Eye) struck.
It wasn't the vegan hippy as it smelt too bad, and it was well before he came in. But someone, and as god as my witness I am going to find out who, came in and unleashed hell all over the one toilet in the place. Nuts, chunks of bacon, all sorts of things I think are used and returned mac and cheese, and it smelled like someone slaughtered an entire Somali village in there.
If it wasn't where I needed to drop off some used Thai food, I would have thought this was the funniest strike ever. However, like Nancy Kerrigan said "why god, why?!?!?"
So wrong I had to call the special unit of the janitorial group we use. It still smells like someone crapped a whole five day dead grandma back there.