Shotoif
07-06-04, 11:44 AM
It was a late night in the office and I had been on the phone for almost an hour. The need to use the bathroom lurking in the back of my mind. Finally after coming to an agreement the conversation was over and it was time to head down the hall to my favorite stall. It was a displeasure to see the bathroom in it's usual state of of untidyness but such is the way here. As I walked around the corner all my displeasure receeded to see my stall was not occupied. I cleaned the seat in my usual manner reached over may shoulder closed the door and secured the lock. Turning and dropping trow I took my seat on the procilin throne with a smile. As I looked up at the door something was amiss. A sign. A sign, in a clear docment protecter, had been postd on the inside of the stall door. It read...
ATTENTION
DO NOT PUT
ANYTHING
BUT TOILET
PAPER IN THIS
MACHINE!!!!!
MACHINE!!!!! I must have stared at it for 30 seconds. Thoughts of being sucked in or violated in some horrific manner racing through my brain. Slowly I looked over my right shoulder at the toilet paper dispenser, and there sitting neatly on the top of it was some rough looking brown paper towels. Again I looked at the sign. MACHINE!!!!!! Again the thoughts were creeping into my mind. After sitting there for about 2 minutes I had come to the conclusion that I would have find somewhere else to do my business. I slowly got up and and prepared for the task at hand. I checked all the stalls and they had the same sign. MACHINE!!!!!
After some mental debate I had decided that I was going to have to venture outside and find a port-a-john. Though not as nice as my favorite stall it was better than what may await my poor ass should I attempt to disregard the sign.
ATTENTION
DO NOT PUT
ANYTHING
BUT TOILET
PAPER IN THIS
MACHINE!!!!!
MACHINE!!!!! I must have stared at it for 30 seconds. Thoughts of being sucked in or violated in some horrific manner racing through my brain. Slowly I looked over my right shoulder at the toilet paper dispenser, and there sitting neatly on the top of it was some rough looking brown paper towels. Again I looked at the sign. MACHINE!!!!!! Again the thoughts were creeping into my mind. After sitting there for about 2 minutes I had come to the conclusion that I would have find somewhere else to do my business. I slowly got up and and prepared for the task at hand. I checked all the stalls and they had the same sign. MACHINE!!!!!
After some mental debate I had decided that I was going to have to venture outside and find a port-a-john. Though not as nice as my favorite stall it was better than what may await my poor ass should I attempt to disregard the sign.