During one of my bathroom breaks this morning, I walked in to find the trash can ripped (maybe not actually ripped) off the wall and laying on the floor. While I was in the stall I couldn't help but wonder what happened. Being as imaginative as I am, I came up with a little scenerio of my own. This is what I like to image happened. First let me say that I work in a four story office that houses many different business and one training facility that offers classes on life insurance and cold calling (I think). These people are quite an interesting group of people, ranging in age types.
So what I have determined happened is a couple girls in the training classes were beefing. There had to be some guy who came to class today, all decked out in his button up and tie, either with some jeans and air force ones, or some slacks and nike dunks (because though they must tell them to wear a shirt and tie, they never have told them not to wear it with sneaks). He was matching and looking fly, smelling good (because you can smell the cologne all the way to next year). One of the girls--she always wears sandals with high heels--offered up the second bar of her twix to said class stud (vending maching is right outside, they are always hogging it). But see, the other girl had been talking with him and making her move on him all week long. Since the class breaks every 50 mintues, she had 45 minutes to sit there and fume.
Finally break time came, and that's when the shit started to fly. The twix girl went in to the bathroom unknowing of what was boiling around her. Mad girl came in and started "talking" to another lady from class, but talking about twix girl. Words were thrown out like "candy tramp". Now, twix girl is pretty smart so she realized that the insults where directed at her. Then the confrontation began...There was paper towels flying, hair pulling, toilets flushing, and it ended with twix girl storming out of the bathroom, where she could be heard saying "Its not speed dating, its class. Get a life..."
Inside the bathroom, once the paper towels settled, mad girl was laying on the floor face down, trash can on her back. The end.....
Now, I'm sure that (knowing the condition of our old ass building) the paper towel holder probably fell off the wall as someone closed the door or slammed a stall. But my story is so much more thrilling---and adds a little flavor to my day.
