I’d like to think that I have a right to be a little shocked at my experience in the men’s room at work yesterday. As I was standing at the urinal, minding my own Christian business, I heard a strange sound coming from an occupied stall.
No, it’s not what you’re thinking. There were no strange vibrations, flatulence, or moans emanating. Instead, it was a strange tapping.
Continuing to mind my own Christian business I strained to catch a little more of the sound, trying to figure out what on earth it could be.
The tapping was inconsistent. It would come in spurts with a bunch of rapid tapping, then nothing for a while. Then maybe one or two taps. Then another spurt. Whatever it was, it wasn’t natural.
I finished minding my own Christian business, zipped up and proceeded to the sink. That’s when the truth was revealed. A man exited the stall carrying a laptop computer.
This is a public service announcement reminding you to stay away from keyboards that are not your own. Or, if you must, bring a can of Lysol to disinfect prior to doing your own tapping.