We have two bathrooms at our office. Since there are no women that work here, that means that they are both free domain. However, there has always been problems with both. The “Ladies” bathroom toilet would barely flush down urine, let alone the other thing. And the “Mens” toilet is barely bolted to the floor, it is like a rocking toilet. Kinda relaxing, but at the same time perilous. After enduring these problems for many long years, our landlords are finally fixing the problems.

The funny part is the guys that are over here fixing it. Yup, there are two of them. Brothers in spirit if not by blood. I guess if I had to describe them, I would ask you to think about what would happen if a redneck and a monkey had a baby. A retarded baby. There, that sounds about right. The repair seems to involve a lot of walking back and forth between the “Terlit” and their truck, with a health dose of standing around looking confused. Every once in a while I hear a clank or some drilling too. I’m fully expecting to see a jet of water come flooding through the door at some point too.

Pure comedy gold.