OK, I know your bathroom is all the way upstairs and you don’t want to stink it up, thereby polluting your own air space. I’m begging you, though- pick another bathroom, not the one by my office.
Every day at 10:30 you go in there and pollute the world. I know it’s you- stop it now. Go find another room (there are lots all over the building in deserted areas) and leave me to work in happiness.
The worst part is, I REALLY gotta go to the bathroom, and now I have to wait until it airs out or I’ll be sick.
Actually, the worst part is that you spray VANILLA scented air freshener in there. It smells like poop chip cookies. Quit that, too.
We now return you to your regular life, already in progress.
I too have been the victim of the enigmatic El Poopo! First when I had an apartment with recessed stairs. Rare was the morning when I didn’t wake to the faint odor of the fudgy brown mark of El Poopo from under the staircase!
Last week I shared a hotel suite with a notorious pooper and the whole group of people in the room forced him by mob rule to go down to the hotel lobby to do his dastardly excreting.
I feel a sort of guilt for those who had to just run in for a quick pee before getting on a train or something.