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....!
Going Dutch?
His and hers mixed bogs.
It probably is a ladyboy trap.Well as long as the remove the doors to every trap ..........
I don't wear them anymore. I stand next to someone older, quietly piss down their leg and then walk off before they notice.Its either for your incontinence pants or Joe who follows you in there is really a Josephine
We've also got a couple of single occupancy men/women/whatever bogs and they have them.How do you know what they are?
Easy to jump to an obvious conclusion......
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.It probably is a ladyboy trap.
Wearing kilts at work gets the wrong
kind of attention sometimes.
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).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!
You have ruined my weekend. They make me shudder.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.
Did she have big tits?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!
Freak.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.