A curious discovery on the floor of the third floor womb stall this morning: a giant wad of paper towels next to the toilet. What, exactly, are the circumstances that lead up to that scene? A desperate co-worker rushes into the men's room and thinks, "I can't be sure how my Thanksgiving feast is going to play out over the next few minutes," and grabs and enormous pile of paper towels before heading in to conduct his business?
If you feel like you may need some extra artillery to fight the battle this afternoon, this may be the stall for you.
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