The Usual Suspect
A couple years ago, in the midst of my morning, I had to take a pee. I was in the middle of some work that required a bit of thought, so I wandered into the office washroom slightly oblivious to my surroundings…until I went to flush the toilet.
A pair of men’s tighty-whiteys lay draped across the top of the toilet. A large pair. Very white. Very real.
Unsure of how to proceed, I decided to approach the employee I thought most likely to misplace his underwear in the act of micturition or defecation.
- GHC:
- Uh, Farva?
- Farva:
- Yes….what’s up?
- GHC:
- Did you forget your underwear in the washroom?
- Farva:
- (Blank stare)
- GHC:
- You know. Your underwear.
- Farva:
- (pause)….(disturbing giggle)…you know what, I think I did.
- GHC:
- OK. You should probably go get them.
- Farva:
- (disturbing giggle)…it’s a funny story…
- GHC:
- I don’t need to know.
Commentary
You got farved, muh-man.
- Shuh