Really, Please Go Now
We have a loud phone-speaker announcement system in my office. People come on at really irritating moments and ask so-and-so to please go to so-and-so’s office, etc. Sometimes things slide into Jokey Land, which can be funny, or extremely annoying (excess monkey noises while I’m conducting an interview on the phone = annoying). But sometimes the announcements inject a spirit of welcome bizzareness into a perfectly bland day. This announcement recently sparked just such a moment:
“If someone has any basic plumbing experience can they please come to the women’s bathroom?”
Just sharing.
posted by TK @ 15:27
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So you jumped up from your desk and volunteered, no?
you've seen my bathroom right? if it doesn't involve cleaning mold off of a shower curtain, i'm not your girl. in fact, in an old apartment in the east village years ago, i managed to shatter the top of a toilet--that part that covers the tank. and it turned out it was, like, one of those really, really old east village toilets that nobody makes anymore. so i had to buy a cover that was too big for it--for like $30, i think--and regardless, my hyper-anal roommate never forgave me.
so, no. i didn't jump.
they don't call me "The Instigator" for nothing.
(i swear i didn't fuck up the toilet though...)
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