Thursday, May 13, 2010

A short story. By Stephanie, age 34.

Once upon a time, one of my co-workers brought a radio to work. She placed it in the bathroom. No, I don't know why.

Every day when I come into the bathroom, I hear a man's voice talking to me. Sometimes Rush Limbaugh.

It scares the crap out of me.

Which is good, since I'm in the bathroom and all.

The end.

4 comments:

Nen said...

you crack me up! hahaha

val said...

That's an awesome story, at any age.
We laughed right out loud. love, V

Kathy said...

Oh! That is bad. No radios in the workplace bathroom.

SJ said...

HA! You are so funny...