Oh, Manchester, So Much To Answer For

At my workplace, on my floor, there’s a phone in the bathroom. That’s because our floor also houses a crisis line, and during off hours, there’s often only a crisis line volunteer present. Even if s/he is in the bathroom, the phone still has to be answered. It’s a multiline phone, and rings often. And on days like today, I so badly want to answer it while I’m peeing, and just say “Pizza Hut” or something. There’s a reason Stumpy and I often lapse into Beavis and Butt-Head voices, you see.