I was in the bathroom stall this morning at work and the guy in the stall next to me starts to get some toilet paper together for his big finish. I know this because the work bathroom is usually pretty silent so you can hear every gross little detail. I swear when I have to go and someone else is in the bathroom I try to time my splashdown so it synchronizes with some other noise, like a urinal flush or the sink being turned on. I get so self conscious.
So anyway, back to this guy this morning. Most people go to the toilet paper roll about two or three times before wrapping it all up. This guy went back to the roll about ten to fifteen times. No exaggeration! I kept thinking to myself, damn dude. What the hell did you eat? The worst part is that when I was ready to wipe, I turned and noticed that my roll was missing. I think that overwiping bastard stole my roll so he could be prepared with two rolls. He must have a ten to fifteen wipe OCD routine.
As a result of all this, I had to wait till the coast was clear, and then speed waddle over to the counter where there was a fresh roll. The whole while doing this with my pants around my ankles, hoping and praying that no one walked in on me. It sure has been a fun morning.
Question– I used the term “beating around the bush” recently and it made me wonder where the phrase came from. Common sense would suggest that it might have something to do with lurking in actual bushes, but what if it has nothing to do with shrubbery? What if the metaphor relates to some middle aged guy who can’t please his wife anymore? I just hear his wife in a nagging voice;
“That’s my leg Harold. Still my leg. A little to the left. Your other left. No not in there!”
What is wrong with me today?