Um. I was silently in my work box (cubicle) today when something starting buzzing about...Nichole had just come back from break. And the lunch room was all a buzz with the yelling that only women can do. Apparently...some had gone into our bathroom, which I have always thought was disgusting, and there on the floor in the 4th stall, WAS. A. CRAP. ON. THE. FLOOR. Are you people FREAKING KIDDING ME!!!!?!?!?!
Ok.
I have a problem with you creating a wall of spray disinfectant around your stall. I do not want to taste country garden lysol.
I have a problem with you spraying a wall of your body spray around your stall. Again, I do not want to taste your apple body spray.
I do not want to hear you talk to your credit card company, children, husband, boyfriend, insurance company, whatever, and they do not want to hear me peeing!!
But I DO NOT want, I repeat, DO NOT want poop on the ground.
I thought I was tired of pee on the seat and toilet paper on the ground. If only I knew.
Someone mentioned it may have been a joke.
NOT FUNNY. Can't even describe how disgusting this is.
