Burglary in the Bathroom
by Fred McGannI was in the crapper at work with my m505, reading AvantGo whilst I sat upon the throne. Upon finishing, I closed the Palm up in its slim leather case and placed it in my shirt pocket and was about to commence the, um, wiping process.
As I bent over, the m505 slipped out of my pocket and rocketed under the stall door and into the middle of the washroom. I was thinking I’d wipe and then retrieve my Palm afterwards however someone walked by and picked the damn thing up. I called, “excuse me, hey hey, yo dude that’s mine,” but the guy didn’t respond.
Thinking that this guy was intent on Palm-burglaring me, I quickly pull my drawers up and began pursuit. I saw him talking to a receptionist just beyond the facilities as I approached. Turned out he was being nice enough to leave it with her in case someone reporting a lost Palm asked for it. Got the m505 back at that point, thanked the man and returned to the washroom to discover a skid mark in my gitch that was about the size of an airport runway. I had to toss my undies in the trash and go commando for the rest of the day.
‘Tis a gross story, I know. But you wanted a Palm horror story and you got one!