Occupied.
Today I was in the men’s room at work taking care of my business. About halfway through my visit this guy comes up and starts banging on the door. He yelled “hello!?” and yanked the handle so hard I thought he was going to break it off. The door was looked. The restroom was obviously in use, but he kept banging and yelling.
I yelled out an “occupied,” but that didn’t stop him.
Seriously. He kept going.
He knew I was in there. So he was either being a jerk or he couldn’t hold it any longer. In either case, it irritated the crap out of me and I decided that he shouldn’t be out in public with a big head and a small bladder.
I gave him a forced smile as I came out, but in my mind I imagined shooting laserbeams out of my eyes at him.
I say this from experience: the quickest way to make an enemy is to rush a man while he’s pooping.
