Slippier than I expected…

Dirk here.  I wanna talk a little bathroom humor here.  How is it that women go to such lengths to keep their body’s sounds from being heard by other humans?  I’ve never once denied those around me the chance to experience the music my biologics produce, I think it’s rude-its like telling someone you don’t trust them.

I strolled into the bathroom at work the other day-had to reintroduce the morning coffee back into the water supply-and noticed both seated stalls full.  At 9:30am, that’s not something you see every day.  I chalked it up to Thursday night happy hour, and went about my business.  As I relaxed and got into the moment, I let slip a little guy that I hadn’t even noticed hiding behind my rectum.  Though barely a puff, it was enough to get the guy in stall #1 giggling.  As he begins to chortle, stall #2 chimes in with his own chuckling, evidently laughing hard enough to open his lower gates.

A solid 3 seconds of gurgly poo in the next stall was enough to get me doubled over, with my face entirely too close to the urinal I’m utilizing.  Wiping tears and pee splash from my face, I zip up and wash, noticing that even now, no one in the bathroom has broken the unspoken rule of “No talking through stall doors”. 

It’s good to be a man…