I can usually make it through a day without having to take a dump at work. But when it hits me, I like to go down to the media center because the handicapped stall in there is a dump-taking fortress.
I wandered over there and walk in...awful freaking smell hits me. Someone is in my stall. I don't want to leave because I've come too far, so I go into the able-bodied pooper and the smell gets even worse. I can't do it.
I leave and walk about 200 yards of hallways to the lounge whilst prairie dogging it. By the time I get there, I'm sweating my derriere off from pure exhaustion...I walk into the men's room and it's just a sink, a toilet, and a urinal on the wall.
Release the hounds.
Walk out, bundle of sticks marketing geek is waiting to use it, give him a nod, and he walked towards his impending death.
- from "Sureshs Confidential" (page 569)
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