Now that I am at headquarters full time there are some things I'm slowly figuring out. One of those is when we have large groups of people there for training bathroom space is at a premium. Even with the COVID rules in place 30+ dudes all trying to go at the same time doesn't work with only three available urinals and three stalls so I walk my happy ass down a couple floors to another set of facilities. Its an easy walk and I could use the exercise.
I was going just that today and whilst I was relieving myself quickly before the next block of meetings I heard activity coming from the far stall. Adhering to etiquette I ignored said same and tried to finish up as not to meet at the twin sinks and avoid any awkwardness. Out of nowhere he shouted SHIT! Now I was facing a conundrum as by law I should not engage in any way, but another human might be in distress and, please don't let this be so, in need of my help. So I low mumbled are you okay?
"My mask just fell in the toilet." Oh dear... occupied bowl? "yes."
As I washed my hands and thought about his horrendous predicament I couldn't muster a response. I almost went with a knee jerk "God speed" but that was just nonsense. Then I wanted to ask if her was just going to flush it but I quickly decided that plausible deniability was my best tactic here so I left without another word.
I couldn't get it out of my head for the rest of the day. What type of mask? Expensive? Fancy? No matter what type it was definitely not flushable. The toxic overflow odds were off the charts. I was never so happy to be climbing UP to my own floor as one of the irefutable laws of pluming is "shit flows downhill"
*editors note: I feel like I need to apologize for my all over the road use of quotes, italics, and bold. Dialog typing has never been a core competency for me. Oh, and if you know the correct way to do all that... keep it to yourself. No one cares.