So I'm walking out of the mens' room yesterday at the office, and just ahead of me, walking out of the womens' room, is one of the premier office hotties. Let's call her L.
Naturally, my eyes descend to her hindquarters -- which are quite remarkable, I might add -- where I see, to my horror, that she's trailing about a foot and a half of toilet paper from the back of her skirt.
And suddenly I'm faced with a dilemma:
If I call her on it, I'm the perv who's checking out a fellow worker below the waist (which, any good HR person will tell you, simply isn't allowed. It's best to think of your coworkers as disembodied heads that you only need make eye contact with to ask about the McClasky file or Sheila in Purchasing's birthday).
If I don't... well, I guess I'm a sort of tool for letting her walk onto the floor, amongst all her catty female colleagues, with a paper tail.
So I cleared my throat and called her on it. And she swiped it away, embarrassed but thankful.
As I saw it, I'm already the office perv. I sure as fuck don't want to be a tool as well.
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Always inform about TP tails. And food in teeth, for that matter. Although less of a dilemma, as you're not usually a perv for staring at someone's mouth.
Nobody likes a tool. Pervs, however, can be pretty endearing. Especially when they are so appreciative of our tail-end assets.
You did the right thing. And by all means if your already the office perv well then to foul there.
: )
As the office perv, it's kinda your duty to report such sightings. Good call.
I agree with Ziazitella, it's your duty as the office perv. Wear the title proudly!!
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