Ode To The Turd On The Wall

I don't know how it is at your place of work these days. Maybe a skeleton crew, maybe the same number of workers, but working less hours. You might be working at a place that had to add workers right now. Nothing is as it was a few weeks ago, that's for sure.

Here at the Rock & Roll Mansion, we've been keeping it pretty sparse in the hallways. Most of the employees who can work from home, are. It leaves only a few DJs and business folks in and out of the building. Which is why this piece of turd that's recently shown up on the wall of the men's room is so disturbing. It probably belongs to someone I know.

At first glance, you think, "maybe a spider or some other bug is perched on the wall, about four feet up from the floor, and 2 feet away from the sink. But, since we're all spending more time washing our hands lately, you kinda get a few extra moments to stare. No movement. And its' shape is, well...clearly formed from momentum suddenly stopped by the wall. So the thing had built up some speed from its' origin. remember when you were a kid, and learned that you could toss a wet wad of TP on to the ceiling of your school bathroom? Yep--that's the shape of this fella.

Now, many questions pop up here, during multiple trips to the restroom for all the morning coffee drinkers in the building each day. I must have visited this turd 3 times a day for the last week. Question Number 1. How did you get here, my little friend? You're higher than most waistlines here at work, so perhaps a rogue twerk dislodged you from your home. Question Number 2. Literally. Could you be anything else? Maybe an errant chew wad gone AWOL. Did someone perhaps get halfway through a chocolate toaster pastry, and decide, "I'll just stick this here for later." And when will later come? Clearly it's losing it appetizing flavor as it hardens on the wall in the men's room.

So many questions.