The following occurred a few weeks ago...
The other day I was in the men's room at work. I was just about to use a urinal, when I noticed someone had not flushed the previous time.
Or maybe two... or three... or TEN times before.
As I was about to flush so that I could relieve myself in peace minus the stale funk, I heard a student talking on his phone in one of the stalls behind me.
I try to be cognizant of my surroundings, and it is difficult to ignore someone's phone conversation when they are that close, so I was forced to listen.
Well, the student was speaking with someone about a job, volunteer work, an internship, or something related, as he had a courteous and professional sound to his voice. He was also setting-up a meeting, as they were discussing driving directions.
I paused before depressing the flusher on the urinal and debated: "Do I want to be rude and disturb this young man's important conversation?"
That was met with the selfish thought: "Wow, this pee odor could peel paint and sure needs to be flushed!"
I decided to hold off on flushing.
Take one for the "man" team.
I inhaled like a pearl diver before submerging into a clear ocean, as far from the source of the stink of course, and took care of my business.
As I was just about to walk from the urinal, the student in the stall was exchanging additional information with the other person on the phone and then I heard...
Yes, the sound of an industrial strength commode rattled the men's room. The student had flushed his toilet, but did not miss a beat and continued talking on the phone.
I laughed to myself.
I exhaled what was left of my vital air supply, and flushed my urinal twice for good measure.
So much for my attempt at being courteous, right?
What is the old saying? "No good deed goes unpunished."
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