Ladies and gentlemen, we have a grunter. Someone is using the female - that's right, I said female, as in "Yo, I saw your female with them too" - toilets who grunts. There has been much speculation, amongst those who have encountered the grunter, as to her identity.
Unfortunately it doesn't mean much to me as I haven't worked here long so I don't know the names of anyone.
The other question on all lips is, what is causing all this grunting?? The first time I heard it, I thought someone might be giving birth right next door to me.
There's something very animal and somewhat abandoned about the noise. And, might I say, there's a tone of enjoyment to it that is slightly disconcerting.
Shudder.
1 comment:
we've become somewhat innured to grunts and gruntledness, chez J-Mo's, what with the booper and all. but it's always interesting to wonder how some few miss out on the intense conditioning that the rest of us receive. or are they conscious rebels - truly brave.
from where i sit (guffaw), it's impressive to use the middle toilet when there is a choice.
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