So I'm at work a couple of days ago, and I have to, you know, take care of a basic bodily function related to the removal of wastes. My office building has a rather small men's room; there's a urinal, and two stalls. One stall is much bigger than the other, because it's the handicapped (handicapable?) stall with the handbars and all the stuff you need if you're in a wheelchair. I will admit to my shame that I usually go there if my needs require a sitting posture, because the other one is so tiny because that one's so big it's clausturphobic.

But, anyway, on this occasion, I'm at the urinal. I didn't know anyone else was in there until I heard someone speak. I didn't think they were talking to me, and I wondered if they were talking to themselves. I then realized that they were talking on a cell phone, making some sort of travel arrangements. As he was taking a dump.

You know, call me crazy, but I kind of like people to be done shitting before they do business with me. I'll wait.

I don't think it's anyone I work with. The other office on my floor is actually sort of a office full of political hacks who work for the horrible governor of this state. I will limit my political cheap shots to the Current Events board, but guess what party they belong to.