Story time.

We got this stall in the ladies room at work that doesn’t lock.

The door was hung just bout less than a half inch too far away for the door to latch properly. So You might think it’s closed. But the bitch slides open.

Reference.

Now. We got this lady who is constantly running into that stall.

And She knows damn well it doesn’t lock. Cus sometimes She’ll wedge toilet paper between the door to fill the gap, and add stability to this lock.

Now. Everyone takes shits. There’s not a soul on this earth who doesn’t need to eat to live, and shit to make room. You know the drill. Let’s not pretend people don’t shit.

Here’s the thing. She tryna use that wedge to keep the door closed. While She’s having an episode while shitting. Just like the scene in White Chick where the lactose intolerant brother has cheese, & needs to use the restroom.

Reference to the scene I’m speaking on. Her legs flying around underneath, out of control. Crossed up, jolting all around.

This thread ain’t even about her digestive problems. Cus everyone gets triggered by something. And it’s natural to have Your days.

But Why She use the fucked up stall at work to do such Important business?

Every day. Twice a day. Same toilet paper wedge to drop the kids off. Just walk into a stall that locks proper. Please.

Guess who just walked in.