I attended a small meeting tonight at the Post as a member of a committee that is putting together a dinner-dance to be held in a couple months. We discussed the usual stuff: menu, bar, music, and tickets. When the discussion had just about wound down, one of the guys said, “Wait, I just thought of something else.”
Everyone stopped talking and looked in his direction, and he said, “I think it’s important that we make sure that the D.J. makes an announcement about the location of the exits and the rest rooms.”
After a moment of silence, a couple guys said, “Why do we need to do that?”
Then I said, “Obviously, so people don’t shit on the floor and try to leave the building through the men’s room.”
The poor guy will get his stindeens busted over that one for at least a year.