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The bathroom at work has been a point of contention for some time. Sometimes, forgetful employees may drop some friends off at the pool and forget to flush, leaving a wonderful surprise for the next poor soul. Even if they do flush, the stench of freshly baked brownies and air freshener will linger for hours. I think the exhaust fan is broke.
Anyway, before leaving work yesterday, I visited the little boys room and saw the liquid soap bottle (which contains hand lotion) on the counter next to a Java Developer’s Journal magazine and a book by Sean Hannity. That’s some mighty odd fodder to masturbate to. But thinking about it, someone probably filled up the soap dispenser and forgot to put the refill bottle back.
