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[12/05/2007]
As I approached the washroom in The Company, a rhythmic pounding could be heard from within. I couldn't for the life of me fathom what was going on inside. Thoughts of a road crew with a jackhammer pounding away at the ground played through my head, as stupid as that sounds.

When I finally opened the door, I found this guy in front of the hand sanitizer dispenser holding an empty bottle underneath, vigorously pumping the machine, trying to fill the bottle. I look at him with what was probably a stare of utter disdain, thinking of saying something rude, but ultimately holding my tongue. He looks back with a shy, sheepish, look of "whoops", but doesn't actually stop pumping.

I urinate. The whole time he's still pumping. I can't help but chant, "Cheap-o" in my head. I try to think of something else to distract me.

"Oh wicked!" I say to myself rather joyously when I have it figured out. "I can shower at work tonight, so I don't have to use my hot water at home!"

....Oh the irony.



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