So I have to drop a duece and reluctantly head down to the war zone known as our office floor's bathroom. As I walk in the door I know it is a no go by both site and smell. Someone in the stall needs to see a doctor about the death that is coming out of his ass and the other stall is open. No way in hell am I saddling up inbetween these two guys so I head upstairs to the next floor bathroom. I do my business by as I exit the stall there is a guy there washing his hands. Below is our conversation:
Dude: Do you work on this floor?
Salty: No, do you?
Dude: Yes, I do. You are not allowed to use this bathroom unless you work on this floor. Please stop.
Salty: Sure guy.
Dude: Honestly stop or we will have to do something.
Salty: Are you going to call the dump police?
Dude: No, but I will call property management.
Salty: Go ahead.
Dude: Why are you being this way when this is obviously not your floor.
Salty: Because our bathroom was full. Why are you being this way. How does it effect you?
Dude: It just does.
Salty: Great argument. Talk to you later. Enjoy the bathroom.
What a jackass. Maybe I will dump in his office next time.
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