The Stall
There are three in the restroom on our floor. Proper etiquette is to leave a stall buffer in-between stall pilots. Do not saddle up next to me if there is a stall open a stall away. I do not need to hear and smell you struggling with last night's meatloaf from two feet away if at all possible. Now, we all have butt trouble from time to time and there is no time to adhere to the "stall away" terms and that is fine. But, whoever saddles up next to me when there is an open stall needs to understand that used butt tickets might start to fly. This is where we go to lay wolf bait not where we need to socialize. I want to be concentrating on my turding and my solataire. NOTHING ELSE. If you recognize my shoes and you think it is time to talk about last night's Suns game, save it. Not the time or the place. If you think your loud farts are funny, I do too, but let's chat about that later this week and not during battle. If you are having a rather rough morning/afternoon, lets throw in a double flush. Nothing worse than going into a docking station only to find remnants of someone else's war scars. Just remember, we are all animals and have to roll thunder from time to time, let's just all agree to leave each other alone and we will all get through this. We all are vunerable during this time so do not exasperate the situation with uncalled for distractions. This is not prison, this is civilised society.
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