I've posted before about the general nastiness of the bathroom on my floor here at work. I recently ran into a woman in there talking to me, I guess, about her sweaty armpit problems and the fact that she apparently got one of her daughter's pads and not whatever it was she wanted.
Today, however, was a new one. I mean, the bathroom is in it's generally messy state. That's pretty much a constant. I went in and headed for my usual stall. I saw a sneaker, and thought it was in the stall next door, where the door was mostly closed. Another step though, made me see it was someone in the stall I was headed for. The stall with the door wide open. I saw a hand come up and heard an "Excuse me." Hey, no, excuse me for almost walking up to a stall with the door wide open and where you are sitting on the toilet. What the fuck?
I need a drink.