Ah... the morning poop

This morning I used the handicapped stall in our office. I usually don't, but I was kinda tired and I like to use that little bar to rest my head and maybe catch a few z's on the toilet while I'm in there... Anyway, I had fallen asleep in the stall again, like I usually do, and I woke up and realized that I'd been in the stall a good half hour. So, I broke the dried poo off of my balloon knot, pulled my pants up, yawned and stretched and walked out of the stall. Still wiping a little sleep from my power nap. I walked into something that nobody wants to walk into after pulling a stunt like I did...

JERRY.

Jerry is our resident guy in a wheelchair! It seems he had been waiting to use the shitter for close to a half hour (I was asleep, so I didn't hear him come in). He was staring daggers at me, then he looks at me and says, "I bet you wish you got more sleep last night, eh?" So, I winked at him and said "I bet you wish you could walk, eh".

I was washing my hands as I heard him struggling out of his wheelchair to get on the toilet. I shut off the light on my way out... I couldn't resist.







Lighten up people, it's April Fools day.