I haven’t ever seen anyone at work on my floor go into the restroom.
I have scoured the entire top floor in an attempt to find the secret restroom and I can’t. I can’t find it anywhere.
Where do these people put their pee?
The restroom I utilize at least twice every day is right outside my office door. I could probably chuck my stapler from my desk hard enough and make the door to the bathroom push in ever so slightly. In theory, I have every ability to make an accurate calculation of how many office citizens use that particular restroom on any given day.
But no one ever comes.
I can only deduce the following options:
1) There is a secret tunnel entrance to the bathroom of which I am not yet aware and it is only coincidence to blame for the fact that I never see anyone whilst inside.
2) Everyone else on my floor is a robot.
3) Corporate issued an “Executive Cup” that everyone keeps in their drawers under lock and key and uses it to relieve themselves in an attempt to increase efficiency in the workplace.
4) People are using Potions of Invisibility to play an unbelievably intricate and petty prank on me.
5) There is a curse or evil spirit haunting the bathroom that I am using and everyone goes to another floor to use the restroom out of sheer terror.
6) The floor I work on is only a figment of my imagination in which my brain can comprehend my need to pee but cannot deduce the same need for others, thus accounting for its oversight in my constructed reality.
I don’t think it’s any of those.
I sometimes wonder if this is part of a very intense, very specific test aimed at discerning my willingness to thoroughly wash my hands on a consistent basis. The only clues I really have to go on are the fact that the bathroom soap only seems to deplete on (and not between) my visits and the fact that there are a ridiculous number of posters of all shapes and sizes surrounding the inside of the bathroom that emphasize proper handwashing procedures.
Let’s be honest here – do you sing Row Row Row Your Boat all the way through before you stop rubbing? Do you?
Because I can tell you that I don’t and I think they’re on to me. ♣
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