I feel like I’ve given the wrong idea about the ladies’ room in my office building. It’s true, sometimes I feel like I’ve walked into a murder scene, or worse, a hippie commune.
But sometimes, my trip to the bathroom serves as a nice respite from work. Take this morning, for example: after using the facilities, I approached the sink to wash my hands and just sitting there - right next to the drain - was a beautiful, shiny, 2008-minted penny.
Wow, and you didn’t even consider the fact that it was an ass penny? The person didn’t have the sense to remove it from the bathroom and you still fell for it!
