Listen, I know that there are a lot of crazies where I work. I won't risk getting specific on who I'm talking about it, but let it just be said that these people are NUTS. I have a feeling there are going to be lots of stories about them, so I'll just give them code names: heretofore the loony Almodovar fan will be known as Pepe and the soda-witholding secretary to the CEO will be called Butch.
You should also know, before I continue this story, that there is A LOT of drama involving our bathroom here at work, whether it's unidentifiable tems (read: gore) spotted on the floors, or freakishly large cockroaches waiting to lunge when I sneak in after hours to use the bathroom. There's also a problem with people "camping out" in there, but anyway.
I just went in and was followed by both Pepe and Butch, who were having some sort of insane conversation. Pepe and Butch each entered a stall and immediately flushed the toilets before sitting down (or perhaps squatting? who knows with those two).
Can anyone way in on this? What could possibly be the purpose of flushing before they even begin the elimination process? And don't say that there was something in the toilet, because there wasn't. It's PEPE and BUTCH we're talking about here, people.
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