Thankful For Urinals

A female co-worker announced this morning that there was “poo” on the women’s restroom toilet seat, located on the third floor. These are the types of conversations I hold precious. It’s not that I’m into poo or anything, but I do find poo funny. It should also be noted for the record that farting and burping are also endless sources of amusement. Yes, poo is gross when it’s on a toilet seat. It belongs in the toilet. You will not get an argument from be about that. There was laughter, and it wasn’t just from me. So then the co-worker proceeded to announce that she was making the trek to the first floor so she could sit on a clean seat, or at least place a cover on the seat without worrying about poo. A damn good idea.

Moments later there was another announcement that the 1st floor women’s restroom also had poo on the seat. I was dumfounded. How is it that two people missed the really big hole? I didn’t quite understand, but I was comfortable taking her word for it. She was trustworthy.

“It’s just not fair to the pee-ers!” she said.

I can’t say I disagree. It was at that particular moment that I was thankful I didn’t have to sit on a seat when I urinated. It was something I had been taking for granted for years. No more. From this day forth I will appreciate the urinal. Just thought I would share.

2 thoughts on “Thankful For Urinals”

  1. that’s the type of announcement you really need to hear over the office loudspeaker. it really brings the office together. đŸ˜‰

  2. I LOVE Poo. Only in the way that it makes me laugh, though. I got bored the other night while I was watching television, and wrote on my quilt that my Nanny made me. I wrote the word Poo. My girlfriend was visiting, and she saw it. We laughed for hours. It brought us closer together. Thank you, Poo.

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