There is one stall in our shop bathroom. There’s a little sign on the outside of it that you can flip for male or female. Since there are no women on the garage’s payroll, I flip it to reflect what I’m up to. Male means I’m taking a shit and to turn tail. Female means I’m pissing, but want some personal time to dip, swipe through my feed, maybe watch a music video, think.392Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAuq1avgF1y
To the best of my knowledge, no one else ever used that stall. Either they’re too nervous to crap on the clock or they can’t stand the cobwebs. I dunno. At any rate, the stall was my unspoken throne. Some of the fellas still make jokes about it--that I’ve probably earned half my paycheck on the pooper. I usually laugh along. They’re probably right. I haven’t done the math, exactly, but…392Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaw7Q60ERQO
Anyway, that freestanding stall’s my sanctuary.392Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvNcDzmwUO9
Or it was until about a week ago.392Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡckZrK2eJuS
I’m still spooked. I haven’t shit at work in all that time, let alone number one-ed.392Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6cecqEmzvs
I can’t go back in there. I won’t. 392Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3uALTZaEe3
The fellas wouldn’t understand. None of them use the stall anyway.392Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPhOYxwq95U
I’m going to take this shit to my grave if I can help it.392Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡawmUnWbSoX
Which is funny, now that I really think about it… 392Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡO1JlKJp6VA
It happened last Friday and, in anticipation for the weekend, I’d retired to my watery cubicle to wile away the last fifteen minutes of my shift. I was doing some thinking and some sitting and not a whole lot of shitting, and it occurred to me that I should probably take a broom to the place soon, because another spider friend had joined my little rectangular space, but this one was brown and long-legged and had a face on its abdomen--which was unsettling to say the least.392Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡe4XzXoIJGf
I was toeing its little makeshift web when I dropped my phone with a clatter and a curse.392Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRgb21RWhNI
That’ll teach me to screw with mother nature, I was thinking to myself as I outwardly prayed that the thing wasn’t cracked. But reaching down to grab it, I couldn’t find it. It’d slipped under the edge of the stall when it fell. Grumbling with first-world irritation, I wiped and stood up and zipped, and was just about resigned to retrieving it after a flush--but I was interrupted. 392Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxy53DCf5vK
At the bottom edge of the stall, a hand boasting red nail polish snaked under the rusted metal and passed me my phone with a polite waggle.392Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeoqk0Rn7Gi
I took it without thinking. “Oh, thanks,” I said and tapped at it to make sure it was ok.392Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkjwUmeyinh
“Don’t mention it,” the woman said, uncommitted, almost bored. 392Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqEb8NGQyKW
All the little hairs on the back of my neck stood up on their ends and, before I could summon much in the way of words, I popped out of my comfort zone with a bang of the stall door to confront the woman. What was I thinking? That I’d reprimand her? Demand why she hadn't at least knocked? Wonder how she’d walked in without making a sound? Make a big stink about the fellas not keeping a customer from coming to the back of the shop?392Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrnvvD25mxZ
Didn’t matter in the end.392Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2HGdyAneB9
There was no one there.392Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqXJXoz7vbl
Screw altruism or a sense of honor or something silly like that.392Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUkftzh2x8b
I’m not crapping on the clock anymore, because of a goddamned john ghost!392Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaz14Q2AQXh
