I once went to the bogs at a client site, and settled myself down in the only available seat (there were two cubicles). The guy in the next cubicle flushed just after I'd arrived, but didn't leave. Furthermore, he kept pulling off reams of bog roll, over and over again. After a minute or two of this, he flushed again.
He still didn't leave; just carried on pulling off loads of bog roll, and flushing it down. He must have done it at least eight or nine times before I finally decided I ought to do some work, put away my phone (I was reading some Wodehouse short stories, IIRC), and left. The last sound I heard as I exited the place was yet more bog roll being furiously pulled from the roll.
About an hour later, an email came around advising us that the toilets were blocked, and we should use the ones at the other end of the building.
It was the third time in as many months that such a blockage had happened, but at least this time I knew why. I can only assume some permie really didn't like their job, and this was their way of exacting revenge. Bit of a nuisance for everybody else though
He still didn't leave; just carried on pulling off loads of bog roll, and flushing it down. He must have done it at least eight or nine times before I finally decided I ought to do some work, put away my phone (I was reading some Wodehouse short stories, IIRC), and left. The last sound I heard as I exited the place was yet more bog roll being furiously pulled from the roll.
About an hour later, an email came around advising us that the toilets were blocked, and we should use the ones at the other end of the building.
It was the third time in as many months that such a blockage had happened, but at least this time I knew why. I can only assume some permie really didn't like their job, and this was their way of exacting revenge. Bit of a nuisance for everybody else though

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