Apparently I'm a glutton for punishment.  It's 12:39 am and I'm still not in bed, even though I'm freakin tired.  Blame it on the internet.  Hello, my name isCubicle Dweller, I have an addiction.

Anyway, onto the Courtesy Flush ...

Today my co-worker and I were going to walk to Bite Me on our break for iced tea.  About 10 minutes before break time I emailed her that I was going to the 2nd floor to take care of some business (if you've read any of my blogs and actually paid attention, you know exactly what I mean).  Afterward, I rode back up to the 5th floor to get her.  On our way out she needed to use the little girls room and we headed into the 5th floor bathroom.

The person in the stall next to her kept flushing her toilet.  At first I thought she was done and it was just the water pressure acting up ... that she was flushing to get everything down.

Nope, the smell gave away the fact that she was doing "courtesy flushes" to cover up the fact that she was taking a huge smelly shit.  Geez man, if you can't take it to the 2nd floor at least grab the can of air fresh that's in the basket next to the sink. Don't sit there and freaking draw attention to your smelly ass by repeatedly flushing the toilet. 

I was almost a bit scared that I might be wrong and maybe her shit was just backed up and at any moment would come flooding out and onto the floor.  Ick.  After a double check that her pants, skirt, whatever was still at her ankles I knew it was just the courtesy flush routine and breathed a smelly sigh of relief as my friend washed her hands.