It's been a quiet couple of weeks in fifth floor men's room. Sure, the "How-The-Heck-Does-He-Do-That Bomber" struck again last week, but for the most part, we've had a run of good luck.
Yesterday, however, there were rumblings about an "event" in the fifth floor LADIES room. Apparently, one of the stalls (they have TWO stalls in there? Where do I sign up?) was "out of commission"...and not in a good way.
I have contacted several women who saw the crime scene, but none have been willing to go on the record as the official "lady correspondent" for this blog. Stay tuned.
Then this morning, Potty Blogger got on the elevator and...well, it smelled like fart. In what sort of topsy-turvey world do we live when fifth floor men's room is a refuge from the elevator? It's a world gone mad.
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