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Its either for your incontinence pants or Joe who follows you in there is really a JosephineThose sanitary disposal containers have appeared in all the mens bogs at work....!
How do you know what they are?Those sanitary disposal containers have appeared in all the mens bogs at work....!
Easy to jump to an obvious conclusion......
It probably is a ladyboy trap.Well as long as the remove the doors to every trap ..........
Wearing kilts at work gets the wrong
kind of attention sometimes.
I don't wear them anymore. I stand next to someone older, quietly piss down their leg and then walk off before they notice.
We've also got a couple of single occupancy men/women/whatever bogs and they have them.
One shift while sat on the bog and bored, I thought I'd take a peak.
Wish I hadn't as it looked like someone had dumped roadkill in the thing.
Look, if you want to wear a kilt then just say so. Stop fantasising and just do it, man. They're quite manly you know.
If you're worried about the cultural sensitivities then I'll write you a letter attesting that your great, great, great, great, etc. grandad was a Jock and you're claiming your ancestral right, as a member of the McGaygordon clan, to wear the tartan.
Remember.... You must honour the traditions and always go commando.
Although you are allowed to wear thongs if it's a very gusty day. Just remember that the convention is to wear them backwards.
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One of the guys in work used to always nip into the empty ladies loos and leave the seat up.
Never used them, just dashed in quickly and left the seat up.
Resulted in a constant stream of complaints about the chaps using inappropriate facilities.
He thought it was hilarious....
He was the manager they made the complaints to
Never used them, just dashed in quickly and left the seat up.
Resulted in a constant stream of complaints about the chaps using inappropriate facilities.
He thought it was hilarious....
He was the manager they made the complaints to
Reminds me of another work story.
We had a female boss with just a hint of upper lip shadow.
While she was generally OK her man management technique left a lot to be desired.
She had an issue with a colleague who clearly hadn't been near a razor that day(s).
Instead of having a quiet word she waited until we all got up to leave after morning briefing.
As we turned to leave she called across the room "Gary, do you think you could try and stand closer to the razor in future".
Quick as a flash and without breaking step the reply was "I will when you do".
Everyone kept moving, while laughing in pain!
We had a female boss with just a hint of upper lip shadow.
While she was generally OK her man management technique left a lot to be desired.
She had an issue with a colleague who clearly hadn't been near a razor that day(s).
Instead of having a quiet word she waited until we all got up to leave after morning briefing.
As we turned to leave she called across the room "Gary, do you think you could try and stand closer to the razor in future".
Quick as a flash and without breaking step the reply was "I will when you do".
Everyone kept moving, while laughing in pain!
A female officer used to complain about men using the women’s bogs, one morning as the wing briefing was finishing the Senior Officer asked, “anybody got anything to say?” I replied “yes” all eyes turned to me, “the urinal in the ladies bog is too high” you could see the cogs turning in said female’s head, suddenly “YOU DIRTY BASTARD, HAVE YOU BEEN PISSING IN OUR SINK?”
A place I worked at back in the mid 90's had a guy going through the sex change. He was given the choice of whether to use the mens or womens loos and as he was at the stage of dressing as a woman but otherwise still "fully kitted out", he opted for the mens (although there was a rumour that the women kicked up a fuss about him using their loos while he was more man than woman).
You could always tell when he'd just walked into one of the mens bogs as it emptied like someone had phoned in a bomb warning.
Despite the treatment he was undergoing, he had a 5 o'clock shadow an Italian granny would've been proud of and it hadn't got any better when I saw her several years later.
That reminds me of yet Annother work story.
I must work in either a seriously funny or totally politically incorrect environment.
Colleague is ex forces, used to be stationed a brief march from Windsor castle.
His humour is spot on as might be expected.
We have an immediate response fitter/mechanic available 24/7 for any vehicle issues.
We were having problems fuelling as the pumps were u/s, so the fitter brought out a fuel bowser to directly fuel the vehicles.
This particular fitter had just changed gender and was now sporting nail varnish.
We work as a small team and try to keep things as efficient/brief/swift as possible so we coordinated via radio each person turning up, fuelling and moving on.
Helpful fitter did a sterling job, we popped the fuel flap she pulled the cap, fuelled, we signed for it and the world kept rolling.
Colleague had already commented via r/t how impressed he was at fitter cooperating as not all of them do.
Once his vehicle was fuelled he briskly strolled over, gave the fitter a hearty slap on the back and uttered the immortal words
"you're a gent".
Well that was it, we were all on the floor. He looked around at us and a few moments later the look on his face as he realised what he'd just said was priceless.
I must work in either a seriously funny or totally politically incorrect environment.
Colleague is ex forces, used to be stationed a brief march from Windsor castle.
His humour is spot on as might be expected.
We have an immediate response fitter/mechanic available 24/7 for any vehicle issues.
We were having problems fuelling as the pumps were u/s, so the fitter brought out a fuel bowser to directly fuel the vehicles.
This particular fitter had just changed gender and was now sporting nail varnish.
We work as a small team and try to keep things as efficient/brief/swift as possible so we coordinated via radio each person turning up, fuelling and moving on.
Helpful fitter did a sterling job, we popped the fuel flap she pulled the cap, fuelled, we signed for it and the world kept rolling.
Colleague had already commented via r/t how impressed he was at fitter cooperating as not all of them do.
Once his vehicle was fuelled he briskly strolled over, gave the fitter a hearty slap on the back and uttered the immortal words
"you're a gent".
Well that was it, we were all on the floor. He looked around at us and a few moments later the look on his face as he realised what he'd just said was priceless.
When I worked in the kitchen some of the staff weren’t very pc, we had a scrawny Asian Prisoner who got on well with staff, my colleague instructed him to do a particular job & fifteen minutes later he noticed said prisoner chatting with his mates, my colleague shouted “oy, slumdog, have you done what I told you to?” The whole kitchen (including prisoner) started laughing.
You have ruined my weekend. They make me shudder.
When I lived in Singapore, our office was in the AXA Tower and JD Power had the remainder of the office space on our floor (44, I think). Anyhoo, there was a single bog and shower under lock and key for managers and two lots of communal bogs. The men’s had three urinals and two cackpots whereas the women had three cackpots. When I used to go in on a weekend, I used to make it my business to use the women’s bogs if I needed a dump.
Did she have big tits?
Freak.