The Taboo of Number Two

[brewer]

Got me thinking about work pooping.

We had a smaller men's at the far end of the floor, one stall, one urinal. It was closest for me therefore the most often frequented. One day I went to use the pooper early in the morning, no one else was on the floor. Went to open the stall door and it was locked. No voice stating "occupied or I'm in here" when the door made noise when I pulled. Didn't think much about it and walked to the other men's. I was having an active poop day and went back to the close one about an hour later, door still locked. This was strange as I mostly worked with women and had never encountered a locked stall door. The third time I decided to investigate. I knocked, no answer. Then stood on the urinal to peer over the top. The inside was covered with little flecks of feces, floor, walls, toilet and door. There was the undeniable and overpowering smell of curry. Apparently the offender had crawled out (over or under) and left the door locked to hide his disgrace. Building services was not to thrilled with my report. The rest of that day and the next the entrance was blocked off.