So I’m at work the other day. The usual same old putting out fires. Lots and lots of, “Holy CRAP! Things are on FIRE!” And fun international problems. Stuff in Halifax Canada was all dorked up. Things in Japan were all dorked up. Aside from that, the laptop I use for the quiz had a hard drive malfunction (i.e. crash), and I had to wipe my home computer thus losing a ton of old pub quizzes in the process. So you can imagine my surprise as I walked into the men’s room. The very last thing I ever thought I would run across in such a great place, I ran across. Click past the jump for more…

I pushed the door open while singing the theme song to A-Team. Such a great tune. Both stalls were, as the Spanglish say, “occupado”. So I saddle up to the urinal and start doing my business. From the stall next to me, I hear, astonishingly, snoring. Yep, snoring. That’s right. Someone was enjoying their little sit-down so much, it put them to sleep. And by no means, do I mean quiet snoring, I mean the teeth-rattling, Shamrock-shake, Donkey-Kong loud-ass snoring. Clearly this guy (I hope) was definitely in sleepyland. So what did I do? I pounded on the wall and yelled, “HEY! NO SLEEPING IN HERE! Yer on the shitter!!!”

“huh? Oh…sorry…”

Fantastic. I washed my hands and headed out of there, glad I hadn’t lost my place in the sweet sounds of the A-Team theme song.