OWD was the acronym for ‘old weird dude’. Another business on the same floor as us had some strange visitors. One of them was older (in his 60s) and had a terrible habit of treating the bathroom as a ‘sanitation optional’ zone.

Today I mentioned to GHC that OWD was back in the building. How do I know?

I walked into the bathroom, the toilet is unflushed and there’s a pool of urine on the floor.

Classy.