restrooM reflectioNs ::: >>>

so, today, on the office [ not the tv show, the real office ] ::: i had to do my daily business if you know what i mean ::: i stepped out of my humble cubed abode to take a little scenic trip to the downstairs mensroom facilities as i did not want to upset the balance of my floor or reveal any inspirational food consumptive patterns to my corporate coworkers ::: >>>

i was lucky enough to score for myself the king's chamber ::: lots of breathing room, the ability to really stretch & relax & catch up w/ the proliferation of daily readings people print off & leave for such restroom lactivities ::: just when i am getting a bit comfortable & in the mood, i hear the facility door swing open & close, the click clack click of business shoes on tile, the swing open & close of the neighboring stall door & the nearly imperceptable turn of the stalldoor lock ::: a zip & drop of the pants & the man in the next stall is now attending to his own personal business ... a bit awkward i must say ::: >>>

well, there is only so many commentary on the recent sporting news one can take [ perfect reading to inspire the push ] ::: the strange part now is that i can see my neighbors shoes, pants bunched up around his ankles, i can hear the shuffle of printed daily news from his stall ::: >>>


he has the same exact pair of shoes i do ::: mine seem a little older though by comparison ::: i wonder if he got a better deal ::: he moves a bit & then, there it is ... a strange whalesound ... i assume the man is just downright talented on this things ::: i mean, i can make my own specialties if you know what i mean, but whalesongs are over the top ::: >>>