Working in a Cubicle Farm means community bathrooms. Thankfully, it’s not a unisex bathroom. And yet somehow. There are ninjas.
When I think I’m alone, there’s no ambient noise other than my own thoughts. It always happens.
Taking care of my own business then suddenly, *rustle* and I freeze!
…there were no other shoes under the doors…THE CALL IS COMING FROM INSIDE THE HOUSE!?!?!?!
Then a *flush*, the running of the faucet and *poof* they are gone.