I exit a stall to see a co-worker at one of the urinals.
That’s a strange posture he has, I think. His head is completely tilted off to the right and he’s kind of bent over.
:dubious:
As I approach the sink I see the cause:
His left hand? Holding his junk while he urinates.
His right hand? Stuffing pound cake into his mouth.
I guess he’s bent like that to try to avoid splashback onto his dessert?
We had just had a company barbecue, and this guy had taken a slice of cake for dessert - and taken this item into the men’s room, to eat, while taking a leak.
Even funnier, after he was done he waited behind me (there’s only one sink) to wash his hands.
Because, you know, it’s clear that hygiene is important to him.
I saw this at a theatre once. (In the men’s room, that is.)
Nasty, horrible washroom - with way more volume than can adequately be dealt with - notorious because between cleanings the lake of urine beneath the urinals would grow, causing pee-ers to stand further back to avoid soaking their shoes, which causes more misses, so the lake grows exponentially. There’s a line, of course, and I don’t notice until the guy in front of me is finished, but walked away from that mofo with a sandwich in his hand.
I used to be similarly confused by the odd person I saw who carried a drink into the men’s room. I notice though, that in Las Vegas it’s common for urinals to come equipped with cup holders, to accomodate these people. Seriously, that just isn’t right.
In college, at the bar, I always carried my drink into the restroom. These days, I’m much more civilized, and usually have a table.
I thought the OP was going to talk about one of those foods they make in a new toilet, and then flush it to get it to mix. Think a bowl full of Hawaiian Punch and a tank half full of Everclear. Mmm.
That can make some sense. You might be worried about someone slipping something into your drink (it does happen). Or, at home, you might take your glass into the bathroom because you have bad cats who love to drink out of people glasses, but tend to spill them. Not that the perfect angel Neville kitties would do that, of course.
This reminds me of something I saw with my own eyes, but have since seen used as a gag or a joke by others.
After a few beers one evening after work I went into the restroom at the bar and headed for the urinal. Only one other guy was in there, standing at the last urinal with a quart bottle of beer in his hand, pouring it into the urinal. He turned when I approached the array of unused urinals heading for the one at the other end from his. In a calm voice, without a hint of drunkenness, he said, quite clearly, “I’m tired of being the middle man.”
Having worked in the same office as him for three years, I’m confident in saying that I wouldn’t put it past him.
Would anyone believe that this isn’t the first bathroom related incident I’ve witnessed from this champ?
Many of us in the office are speculating as to what he can (and likely will) do to top this.
My own belief is that his next maneuver will be to take a proper plate of food (I don’t know if cutlery will be included, or if it would be better or worse without it) into a bathroom stall to “close the loop” as they say in terms of eating and elimination.
