I try my best to avoid making posts that just contain a link to some other website, but this blog entry was so great that I decided I must break my rule: Male workplace restroom etiquette leads to scientific breakthrough.

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So I learned today that the windows in the bathroom at work are apparently only held up by small daubs of caulk. Well, one of them is, anyway.

The bathroom smelled terrible (not really a poop smell, more of a dead animal smell), so I opened up a window and then entered the stall. A few minutes later, I suddenly heard a ridiculously loud, rending crash, and shards of glass skidded under the walls of my stall and bounced off the legs of my jeans. Then I got to spend the next half hour cleaning up broken glass.

When I related the experience to Rob, he said, "It's a good thing you were already sitting on the toilet when it fell, because that would have scared the sh*t out of me."