We both looked down and saw the chair simultaneously, then looked up at each other and cracked up. It was that kind of junior high school laughing where you just can't stop. We ran down the stairs, howling.
"Oh, we thought we had it bad," I said.
"Yeah, but that is proof that it can always get worse," he said. "I mean, no matter how bad it gets, now I can always say, "Well, at least I didn't shit myself at work today."
Thanks to my anonymous guest blogger and photographer for sharing!
Oh, man. Gross. Though, it could also be blood. I've bled through onto seats..
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