hahaha, funny story... so one day at the old building... we were in the Shea Homes office buidling, had a quarter of the downstairs floor... we shared the building with several mortgage/banking/title companies... lots of suits/ties in and out of there on a fairly regular basis. The bathroom had two urinals, sh¡tter #1, and the handicrapper. I walked in after a big chinese meal the night before (The egg rolls at Lotus Garden always tear me up the next day), found the handicrapper was occupied, so I went in sh¡tter #1. I hear a little voice, then the guy in the next stall responds... Guy was talking to what I think was his wife on his cellphone.
Remember that chinese dinner I had the night before? It came bursting out... wet, chunky, pockets of gas... splatter everywhere... Shake-the-stall-walls kind of noise. From the next stall over I hear nothing but silence... then "Uhh... I'll call you back."
Made the rest of the week fly by. Totally b*tchin, i'm still proud of myself for that one.
