Someone didn't think out the ergonomics of the house here at HAWSEPIPER's afloat global HQ/house of pain. They put the common head directly opposite the galley table.
So when I came out from having done some serious business in the head, kicked the door open and shouted "There can be only one!' It caused something of a stink. Take that any way you will.
Anyhow, The Newt, my opposite here on board, didn't bat an eyelash. He just sighed, put down a freshly opened bottle of water, looked at it a second and said "I don't want this anymore," and just went outside.
Another “Aw fuck” moment in time
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