A rather disturbing thing has been happening to me at work.
I'm a fan of drinking lots of water during the day as it's supposedly good for me. The Department supplies us with all the nice cool Filtered Assistant Principals' Piss .... uhem!.....drinking water we need.
Physiology being what it is, however, the liquid ingested must emerge somewhere, and I find myself needing to visit the workplace bogs four or five times a day. This is a problem, in a way other than the obvious smells I must endure (ref: Govstooge.blogspot.com, passim).
My wee cycle seems to be synchrous with that of a CO from a neighbouring section. About three times a day, every day, this CO and I cross paths in the toilets. It's gotten to the point where we are nodding awkwardly at each other when she enters while I am washing my hands or vice versa.
I swear, it's like this, from Scrubs, only in a women's toilet. And we are both Doctor Cox.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t4iRJfOf1xA
I suppose we are lucky that it hasn't come down to this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pnIk0npINiE
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