This hungry life won't let you out whole.

Just finished one huge project, and now must begin work on another that I need to present to my boss first thing next week. Add to that the fact that I’m running the NYC marathon on Sunday (I honestly can’t believe it’s this weekend), and I’ve got a lot on my plate right now.

But allow me to direct your attention to the bathroom for a moment. See, where I work, guys *never* come back from the bathroom with weird bathroom stories. (I can’t really say I’m sad about that, by the way.) The gals on the other hand... At least three of the women I work with have returned from our floor’s shared women’s room with crazy stories, each more bizarre than the next. I’m still laughing about today’s inSTALLment... (See what I did there?)

So one of my female co-workers is sitting in her stall (get it now?), minding her own business, when she hears something drop to the floor. And before she even realizes what’s happened, a half-eaten apple has rolled into her stall, and her mortified next-door neighbor has quickly gathered her things and run out of the bathroom!

I know. It kills me. I can’t get over it.

Epilogue:

So with nothing else to do as she sat there, and feeling a sudden rumbling in her belly, my co-worker happily scooped up this unexpected gift from the toilet gods and munched away, a slight grin playing around the edges of her mouth as she chewed. Waste not want not! What? Is that weird?

Ok, so that part's not true.