I try very hard never to have a bowel movement while at work. It makes me very uncomfortable. However, sometimes the decision is taken out of one's hands and we must do what is necessary. Today was such a day. It's a surreal experience to be expelling ***** while listening to two strangers at the urinals talk about a vacation one of them is taking to the beach while separated by nothing more than a stall door.
It was while overhearing this conversation that the individual going to the beach mentioned that his ******** is a teenager and I couldn't stop myself from wondering if she was hot. I contemplated her young female body while I filled the bathroom with the smell of human waste. It then occurred to me that his ******** is almost certainly ******** and I was thinking of doing the things I was thinking of doing with her. Then again, she could be 18 and still be a teenager. On the other hand, if she was 18 why would she still be going on vacation with her parents? If she were 18, she could instead go on vacations with me. Except that she and I have never met and she likely would not willingly associate with the sort of person who could produce the kind of smells that her ****** was smelling at that time and not mentioning it out of saintly politeness. It probably wouldn't work out. It probably wouldn't work out with that guys outrageously hot teenage ******** or even with that obese woman with the unsightly goiter on her neck who works in the small office not far from the elevators. It won't work out with any woman because I'm a cynical, embittered, misanthropic ***** with a pedestrian job whose action figure collection is "creepy". It was at this moment that the weight of existence overcame me and I broke down in tears because I will always be alone.
I **** shitting at work.