Strange Encounters II: The Private Bathroom

Now, I'm not one to talk about the office too much because of what happened to dooce. She got fired because of her blog (as if you didn't know that already). Anyway, I am keeping things VERY generic around here, plus I don't like to say mean things about anyone (please forgive me, you know who you are, for saying that you were metrosexual just because you use anti-aging cream...that was mean of me).

That said, I am continuing my investigative report.

In addition to the regular public restrooms, at my office we have what is known as (or more specifically, what I call) the "private bathroom." You know, just one toilet and sink. There is one for gentlemen and one for ladies. I guess the architect felt that the awkwardness of public restrooms in those special times necessitated a place where people can go to have a little moment to themselves.

The only problem with that is that everyone else also knows why someone visits the private bathroom. Therefore, no one wants anyone to see them go in.

So this is the standard approach procedure...in a flow chart:





This has been my report. In depth and informative.