Hey!

Here's something weird: I was recently seated, in a very dignified fashion, in the men's room at my office, when suddenly the elevation of my, uh, chair increased by a quarter-inch or so. Clearly, this happened because a coworker of mine, presumably female, had, at that moment and also in a very dignified fashion, seated herself in the ladies' room next door.

I'm sure there's a plumbing-related explanation, but it reminded me of the scene in Terry Gilliam's Brazil where Jonathan Pryce's character fights with his coworker next door for a piece of the desk they share.

(I was maybe thirteen sixteen when I first saw that movie, played on the enormous first-generation VCR our family had in the basement. God, that takes me back.)