*blink*
So I walk into the female toilets today. I was a bit confused when I saw a staff member at the sink. A *male* history professor, filling a water bottle at the basin of the female toilets. I do the quick check to make sure I'm in the right place (male toilets are next door) and yes, I am. Conversation ensues:
Me: Er, these are the *women's* toilets
Male prof: Oh, I know.
Me: *wtf look*
Male prof: I prefer the layout in here. It's disgusting to try and fill a water bottle in the men's toilets when you can see someone taking a leak behind you in the mirror.
Me: *flees*
Thesis update:
42,510 / 60,000
(70.9%)
Did you know that if you listen to Jimi Hendrix's All Along the Watchtower with headphones and turn your head from side to side (as in, just glancing to the side and back again), you can simulate the symptoms of a concussion? No wonder people saw this music as evil.
*staggers off to hurl in a corner*
Me: Er, these are the *women's* toilets
Male prof: Oh, I know.
Me: *wtf look*
Male prof: I prefer the layout in here. It's disgusting to try and fill a water bottle in the men's toilets when you can see someone taking a leak behind you in the mirror.
Me: *flees*
Thesis update:
42,510 / 60,000
(70.9%)
Did you know that if you listen to Jimi Hendrix's All Along the Watchtower with headphones and turn your head from side to side (as in, just glancing to the side and back again), you can simulate the symptoms of a concussion? No wonder people saw this music as evil.
*staggers off to hurl in a corner*