On the pot
So the other day I was sitting on the pot at work in the bathroom and some random guy walks in and, after a moment, says “Hey Is that you?”
I wasn’t sure what to say. I mean, technically, it was. It always is. To say no would be dishonoring my enthroned state. I felt insulted by the question; him pushing me into a box with no room to breathe, literally. To say yes would confuse him. To say no would belittle me. My only defense was to say nothing and pretend no one knew I was in there. …. I remained completely still….motionless.
<cricket> <cricket><cricket>
Suddenly I felt like I was in second grade…… sitting on the pot…….pretending I was hiding. The urge to giggle was overwhelming. I don’t know why it hit me but it was everything I could do to keep from busting out laughing. …focos…focus….hold it…… and then he left.
When the door shut I laughed and laughed and laughed, sitting on the pot, at work.
That’s hilarious! Thanks for sharing! I love it that you wrote about this! Who else would be courageous enough?
I was nervous to see the photo that you’d choose to accompany this post
I am relived.
No pun intended.
And this is why spelling is important…. reliEved
One little letter can make a joke bomb.
If you have IBS then relived would work too.
I really like that term, “joke bomb.” Thanks for introducing it to me, Overthinker.
I’m laughing AND trying not to have a visual of this account.