I drank two cups of coffee.
Then wriggled around before having to go to the toilet (or bathroom for those who prefer that term) (or dunny).
I get to the toilet and there is no toilet paper.
Now, you think it would be easy to get toilet paper don't you?
Not ours. It is locked in a storeroom because for some reason it just gets nicked if left out. Goodness knows why. I mean, it is not a rare commodity here.
So I have to unlock the storeroom but the keys are in my car. They are in my car because they are too heavy to have in my hand bag.
Which means I have to go back to the office, dig into my bag and get my car keys, then get to my car and get the office keys, then go back to the storeroom and unlock padlock, get box of toilet paper down and take out four rolls, then put box back, then lock storeroom and then make my way back to the toilet only to be interrupted by someone delivering some things which I had to sign for.
How I did not wet my pants I do not know. I did not even do a "toilet dance" whilst signing for the delivery. Just stood casually and signed while using those "hidden" muscles. Women will understand what I am talking about.
Then when I got to the toilet I just kind of threw the rolls on the floor.
I am now going to get some extra rolls of loo paper and store them in the kitchen.
Or maybe I should not wait until the last minute to go for a pee.
Ciao
LC
7 comments:
i pee all the time. i'd probably wear the toilet paper like a bracelet if i worked at your place.
you are one strong woman!
IHTW: Ha ha, well, you would have laughed if you saw just how quick I got my pants down once in the safety of the toilet cubicle.
I think I had about another 3 seconds up my sleeve.
For some reason, reaching for keys always makes it worse for me.
I'll be dying to go on the way home, but when I reach the front door and attemp to fish out my keys from my bag, I go nuts with the hop dance
That was an awesome pee story. Or was it a poo story? I guess the coffee reference indicates pee but that could have just been a red herring. A lot of women don't like to talk poop. Or farts. Good thing I'm here to add a little substance (haha) to your post.
Olivia: Ah yes, the toilet dance at the front door is a common one. It takes ages to find the keys in my oversized handbag.
WOW: Nah, just a pee story. You know me well enough to know that I will always share a good poo story.
At least you can say you got your exercise for the day!
Harriet: If I work at it every day I might be able to crack walnuts.
Um, only joking.
Post a Comment