The Restroom Stalker -- Part Deuce

My restroom stalker was hounding me again. Most of today was back-to-back meetings, and one of them happened to be with my stalker.

My entire department was returning from a meeting, and before I could get back to my cube, someone in another department said to me, "So-and-so is looking for you." I knew he would be at my cube, circling over it like hawk circles over a rodent before it swoops down and swallows it whole. Sure enough, as I got within ten paces of my cube, there he was. "Do you have time to meet now," he asked in a destitute tone.

"Yes, but I need five minutes. I have to go to the bathroom," I announced in a voice loud enough that everyone in my department could hear.

"Yeah, I just want to meet with you to discuss this project," he replied unrelenting, his breath and body odor reeking of cigarettes. This is a man who takes a cigarette break every fifteen minutes.

"That's fine, but I really do have to go the bathroom." This time everyone who heard laughed because they knew I was pissed. That's exactly what I did, I went and pissed.