Dear God, why... WHY?

Using the lavatories at work, as one must, when biological needs dictate...

I enter my favourite cubicle, the one near the window.

I stop dead in my tracks. There is a spoon on the windowsill. That's right, a SPOON. From the canteen.

Just what the hell was that woman doing with a SPOON in the toilets?

Bleargh.

I'm sure it has been returned to the canteen by now.


I'm never stirring my coffee again.