Overnight shift this evening.
Got in early, wanted to take a piss before I settled down to work. Only to find that the 2 single-cubicled loos were all fouled up. What is UP with these fuckers? Weren't they taught how to wipe their own arses?
But that's not the iffy part. I ambled off to the general loo. Happily taking a piss in one of the three cublicles when I heared a weird gurgling sound. Initially I thought it was one of those weird farts when my tummy's protesting something I ate. My tummy does this a lot.
My happy pissing moment stopped as I realised that..... nope, not my tummy. Not my tummy at ALL.
It sounded like a cross between a loud female sigh and a wet gurgle. And it lasted for about 5 seconds. Weird enough to get me to start praying out loud whilst finishing off. (I know God will forgive me though.)
Even weirder? As I was praying out loud, the sigh got a little louder, like it was competing with my voice. Stopped. And then started again. But it ended once more, silence in the bathoom reigned again, and I had to breathe deeply before opening the cubicle door to approach the sinks.
It was all I could do to stand there and calmly wash my hands. With all the hairs on the back of my neck and arms straining to lift themselves, it was very hard to stand with my back to three open bathroom doors.
We'll see how the rest of the night will be.
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5 comments:
Wow...........
woah....that's freaky!
It could have been some bad plumbing in one of the other cubicles although I'd be too chicken to find that out...
K.
TJ, wow isn't exactly the word I would use. *wry grin* I was pretty frightened.
Karoline, I'd have other experiences. Have learnt to trust my instincts. And the power of prayer.
Sounds as if it might have been a sloppy orgasm. Was anyone else in the other cubicles?
Winston, the place was completely empty. I looked, but did not move away from the sinks.
My mother's side has a sensitive streak that seems to have been passed on to me. This is not my first encounter.
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