Hold onto your hats folks... I think I've made one of the most groundbreaking discoveries of my my budding journalism career. As I reported in an earlier story regarding the "work place poo" I came in contact with some truly inspiring defecators. They were hillbillies. They were ladies. They were Poo Friends.
Well, for one moment today God opened the grey skies above and shined a bright light into my Friday. A face to face run in with the Poo Friends! I shit you not! (No pun intended.)
As I exit the lavatory I hear the ding of the elevator. I pause to take a sip of water at the drinking fountain and immediately my ears are filled with the sweet sweet sound of hillbilly lady banter! YES! I was a deer in headlights. What do I do? DO I go back in the bathroom to listen? Do I run for my camera? I froze, then turned to look. They were practically skipping down the hall arm in arm... so happy to have found each other in the 2nd floor bathroom. Partners in poo. The Cousin Larry and Balki Bartogomus of dookie.
Well, for one moment today God opened the grey skies above and shined a bright light into my Friday. A face to face run in with the Poo Friends! I shit you not! (No pun intended.)
As I exit the lavatory I hear the ding of the elevator. I pause to take a sip of water at the drinking fountain and immediately my ears are filled with the sweet sweet sound of hillbilly lady banter! YES! I was a deer in headlights. What do I do? DO I go back in the bathroom to listen? Do I run for my camera? I froze, then turned to look. They were practically skipping down the hall arm in arm... so happy to have found each other in the 2nd floor bathroom. Partners in poo. The Cousin Larry and Balki Bartogomus of dookie.
The next observation left me truly paralyzed... wait a second... one hillbilly lady is African American?? I've never encountered a hillbilly of color! This cannot be for real. The other lady looked totally hillbilly- permed hair, rail thin from smoking cartons of Winstons, tapered leg jeans... but this other lady, this other lady did not fit the hillbilly mold. What we have here is relationship that defies all odds.
Wait a minute... this explains the Church's Fried Chicken.
I heart stereotypes.
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