There's a mosquito in the Men's room at work. No matter how much you look when you first enter the room, you can never find it.
But just as soon as you start your business, and are standing there with one hand holding up your pants, and the other hand... aiming - that's when it appears. First it flies towards your face, and you quickly use a puff of air to shoo it away. Then it flies around behind you.
Now you can't see where it is. If it comes close enough to your head, you can hear it. But that's almost worse than just not being able to see it.
All of a sudden, you see it. Now it's hovering right above your waist. You were happier when it was behind you. Much happier.
You try to swat it away with the hand holding up your pants, but all that does is give the mosquito more of a target.
Finally you finish and quickly zip up. Of course now that you have both hands free again, the bug is nowhere to be found. But as you wash your hands, you realize that the ordeal is over for now... at least untill that liter of Pepsi you drank catches up with you.
Posted by GEBIV at July 14, 2005 08:38 PM | TrackBackHeheh... I hate when that happens!
Posted by: That 1 Guy at July 15, 2005 05:53 AMBetter hope he doesn't bite you in the weenie, that could cause some serious looks from co-workers when the itching sets in.
Posted by: Machelle at July 15, 2005 08:11 AMI can just see the look on your face when your significant other asks about those lumps on your Johnson.
Posted by: Larry Morin at July 15, 2005 09:18 PM