I go to the bathroom when I need to work out a, :cough: complex…emotional situation. Why? Because you can’t shit when you’re stressed- it’s real simple. Some people choose to meditate, I choose to play Burrito Bison on the can. Whatever floats *heh* your boat.
So, while I’m there, hangin’ out, who walks in and pops a squat in the stall next to mine, but my new social media consultation client.
Great- my new boss gets to listen to me pee while clearly playing a video game.
I can handle this. I have bigger crap *heh* on my plate to think about. Like, controlling my sphincter and letting the chi flow, or how to get $600 of my dollars back that someone stole from me. Am I actually a victim of fraud?! What the fuck is an affidavit anyway? Why is this happening?!?!?!?! WHO DID THI….clear your mind and let it go so you can.