Mr. Pile: "Hi, Doc. Pleased to meet you. Hey, sorry about what I did to your lobby bathroom. It was like, a major league crap. You know what I mean?"
Friday, December 17, 2010
First impressions
Mr. Pile: "Hi, Doc. Pleased to meet you. Hey, sorry about what I did to your lobby bathroom. It was like, a major league crap. You know what I mean?"
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"Check out the picture I took on my cell phone camera. That's definitely going into my line of men's neckwear."
Wow!
Hmmm... did you point out the location of the plunger?
Yep, that's "K"lassy...
I get so embarassed reading some of your entries sometimes. It scares me to know how many people have "filters" that aren't working, in their head.
Then again, they are going to a neurologist.
tmi
OMFG! I hope he left the fan running. We had a lawyer who notoriously fouled the bathroom at the office complex after lunch. Posting polite requests to leave the fan going fell on deaf ears (or clouded eyes). He parked his Mercedes outside our window and finally, in the spirit of "good clean payback" we put a recently deceased catfish behind his right front hubcap. Took him a week to figure out the source of the aromatic revenge.lol
Bwahahahhahahhahahaaaaahaaaa!!!!
I think I dated him once....
sigh
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Better in the lobby bathroom than a bunch of other places I can think of.
Did this major league crap actually go in the toilet, or do I not want to know that?
"No. I don't know what you mean. And I DON'T WANT TO."
Maybe he thought you were his GI doc and might be interested?
Once after having a barium enema they escorted me to the restroom where I farted the air out for 20 minutes. Loudly and proudly. When done, I opened the door they instructed me to exit through and it led directly to the waiting room...first seats butted (no pun intended) directly up to the bathroom door! I had to walk down the middle of people on either side of the path who had heard me farting for 20 minutes wondering what sadist designed this waiting area. Bathroom stories are the best.
Do you encourage your patients to discuss their big toilet secrets? Does it help them to open up about their more complex inner thoughts, you know, mad ax man fantasies, and such like?
If not, why do you put up with this cr*p?
Perhaps this type of encounter might encourage your own mad ax man fantasies?
Word ver: "bimild"
Why not, its Xmas!
Seasons Greetings!
Cliff
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