rrrrrraaaaaaaaaaarrrgggh!!!

so.

i started out my commute from oakland to berkeley with a bit-o-pressure in the old bladdermotron. no problem.

then my commute from berkeley to fester city. what do you think i did the whole way there?

that's right, drank my coffee.

so when i arrived in the parking lot at work, the old bladderama was near bursting. oy! into the elevator i rushed, fortunately, my ID badge didn't give me any problems at the front turnstyles, as it's been doing lately.

up to the 8th floor, only two stops on the way. hurry! hurry!

through the elevator foyer doors (ID badge worked again, whew)... finally, at the froom... sign? a sign? what?

oh fuck.

"restroom being cleaned, use the one on the next floor."

gaaaaaaaaaarrrrghh!

i made it, though. sorry. and my underpants were on with the fly in the front this time.