Kate was stood over me. I tried to concentrate on what my customer was saying, hide my phone and clench my buttocks all at the same time - my bowels were suddenly very insistent again. Kate leant over my desk and
whipped my Katy Perry picture off the blue sound board in front of me. She slapped it down on my desk. I did a double-take. Someone had, very crudely, drawn a picture of a little man trying to climb out of Katy's bikini bottoms, along with a speech bubble saying "Help Me! I'm drowning!" How could someone deface Katy in such a way? I tried to shrug at Kate to show her I knew nothing about this monstrous act but she shot me an icy look and strode off in George's direction.
Gosh, I really was in trouble now. Plus, I had to get to the loo. How could there be anything left to come out? How? What should I do; cut the customer off or ask them to wait? I couldn't hold on much longer. As my bowels gave another lurch, I punched the Hold button and speed-minced to the toilets, trying not to attract attention. Martin, one of the other team managers, was in the toilets, head tilted right back as he applied some nasal
drops. I muttered "Sorry" as I shot into a cubicle and ripped my trousers down. The noise was unbelievable. It reverberrated around the cubicle and went on forever. How had that come out of me? It was truly shocking. I heard Martin quietly leaving the toilets - how awful that he'd had to hear that. What a time for him to have cleared his nasal passage. I made sure to breathe through my mouth as I pulled my trousers up and then slunk back to my desk, praying the odour hadn't followed me out. I put my headset back on, but the customer had hung up. Oh well. There was no reply from Lucy.
whipped my Katy Perry picture off the blue sound board in front of me. She slapped it down on my desk. I did a double-take. Someone had, very crudely, drawn a picture of a little man trying to climb out of Katy's bikini bottoms, along with a speech bubble saying "Help Me! I'm drowning!" How could someone deface Katy in such a way? I tried to shrug at Kate to show her I knew nothing about this monstrous act but she shot me an icy look and strode off in George's direction.
Gosh, I really was in trouble now. Plus, I had to get to the loo. How could there be anything left to come out? How? What should I do; cut the customer off or ask them to wait? I couldn't hold on much longer. As my bowels gave another lurch, I punched the Hold button and speed-minced to the toilets, trying not to attract attention. Martin, one of the other team managers, was in the toilets, head tilted right back as he applied some nasal
drops. I muttered "Sorry" as I shot into a cubicle and ripped my trousers down. The noise was unbelievable. It reverberrated around the cubicle and went on forever. How had that come out of me? It was truly shocking. I heard Martin quietly leaving the toilets - how awful that he'd had to hear that. What a time for him to have cleared his nasal passage. I made sure to breathe through my mouth as I pulled my trousers up and then slunk back to my desk, praying the odour hadn't followed me out. I put my headset back on, but the customer had hung up. Oh well. There was no reply from Lucy.
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