A highly non-awesome thing just happened at work – something that I hate more than almost anything. I had to use the toilet so I went into the… well, the toilets. There are four stalls. Out of the four stalls, I picked the one that had just been pooped in. Aurgh!
I hate that so much! It is bad enough that you have to deal with the turdy (my new word) toilet, but add to that the horror that someone might be waiting to use the facilities directly after you. They are never, ever going to buy your “it wasn’t me” story. So don’t even try.