Cracking Cans

One of the shabbiest places in my office is the men's rest room. From the time I've been here, that place has always had some problem or the other. First, it was the taps not working and now, it is something more severe. A few urinals leak.. eeks !!

This problem has been around for 2 weeks now. As a stop-gap arrangement to ensure whatever you send out does not come back at you ... a dustbin has been placed right below the urinal.

Last week, I had a nasty experience. The stop-gap arrangement was not in place.. and you can imagine what would have happened. A janitor who was standing right out there, did not warn me before I got there.

Mid-way during the process, I realised there was something wrong down there.

I asked the janitor "What is this man?"

"It's OK sir.."

"OK? What do you mean, it is OK? Whatever I am pouring out is coming back to me... and you think it is OK?"

"No..What I meant was, We will take care of the cleaning part..Sir, you can actually move to the next urinal"

"What do you mean? At the middle of the firing process, you want me to hold my pistol and move to the next one? Thank you very much."

Atleast, in this case, it was only the janitor and me who saw what happened. Just imagine, As I am busy hopping from one urinal to the other with the pistol in my hand, a bunch of guys walk in to the restroom" Man !! I do not even want to proceed thinking on this line. The way I am carping about the urinals here in my blog, someone else would be crapping on his blog "Cashless running reckless with his pistol in the toilettes"