Another Jeff update at his new job.
Remember the post about him buying a new wardrobe? Well apparently he bought a new solid black shirt.
He calls me on the way home from work. No “hello” or “how are you”. As soon as I answer the phone with my usual greeting, “Whats up cupcake?” He immediately starts the conversation with:
“Dude, so I go to take a shit today at work. The bathrooms have an automatic flusher system which is pretty sweet. EXCEPT. You can not wear a black shirt when you sit on one of these crappers.”
I ask, “Why not?”
“Apparently, the black shirt doesn’t reflect light? I don’t know. All I know is that it continued to flush while I was sitting on it. I guess the sensor thought that every time I moved with this black shirt it would flush. Each time I shifted on the toilet it would flush, when I reached for the toilet paper it flushed, I turned slightly to look at the back of the toilet and it flushed. So…. My ass was soaking wet. It was dripping wet when I stood up. I had to towel off before I pulled up my slacks.”
All I could do was laugh. And laugh I did almost all the way home. I haven’t laughed that hard in ages.