Mom used to say to us kids when we were rough housing too much for her liking: “You guys aren’t going to be satisfied until someone gets hurt or gets pissed.” Eventually, that’s exactly what would happen.
Given what has been going on after dark at the radio station it was bound to happen. With all the weird noises and strange sights – somebody was going to think it was a good idea to scare someone.
It was jus’ after 10 in the evening when I decided to go to the men’s room. I was standing at the urinal when a co-worker suddenly popped out of the stall behind me, with a shout of, “A-HAAA!”
Needless to say –- I jumped and yelled back. I also turned around, thinking I was going to have to defend myself some how and I unintentionally whizzed all over his legs.
Once again, Mom was right.
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