Resting against the side, it stared at me. Daring me to go near it. A look of pure evil and a glint as it reflected the strong overhead bulb made me back off suddenly in fear and revulsion.
How was I to deal with this perilious situation in which I found myself? No weapons were within reach and to use my bare hands just wasn’t a thought worth contemplating – a horrendous fate would surely result.
Instead, I let it lie there… taunting me. It polluted its immediate environment, the stench starting to reach my nostrils. I could see patterns in the water as it leaked outwards, spreading its foulness.
I could take it no more. I reached out. And with a desperate move… I flushed.
Someone should really do something about the plumbing in this place. Far too often, I find floaters left lying in wait for me.
A drop? I’ve gone into the gents, lifted the lid and had a full-on jam-rag *STEW* floating in front of my eyes before.
For those with strong stomachs, I can recount my Rios Toilet Tale from when I used to work bar…
How bored are you today? But I know what you mean, they lurk in the ladies at my work place… euch!
It’s worse at ours. What starts in the ladies can sometimes wend its way into the gents…
OMG work must be bad for you.. to write about **** eh?? lol xx
we had a drop of blood on the floor of the ladies in work today – nice, just what you want to see after a 1 hour teleconference with the US
we never get them :p
Writing about my work *is* writing about ****…