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Just gotta share this.....
So, I'm coming back from a car show in Bend Ore this last weekend and I stop with my group at a nice place in Cougar Washington.
Good meal and good company.
I excuse myself and get up and head back to the men's room and drop trow and sit there a while looking at the pix I took on my camera while nature does it's thing.
Next thing I know, the John I'm sitting on goes "PoP" and jumps up a couple of inches with me sitting one it.
Fuggin' earthquake, I think..... No, nothing more. Must have been a passing logging truck or something, I think. I settle back into my commune with Nature....POP!!! The growler drops back down a couple of inches.
WTF!!!?????? POP, up a couple of inches again and then I hear the John in the Ladies room flush.
It dawned on me that the John I'm sitting on and the John in the first stall in the Ladies room are most likely hooked to the same common Pipe, Kinda' making it a big teeter totter.

No sooner than I come to this earth shattering deduction, POP again. I go up a couple of inches.
That does it. I stand up and clean up and buckle my pants and climb up on the commode while holding the top of my stall and then "jumpity jump jump jump" up and down on the rim while holding the top of the stall for balance.

"shriek shriek" I hear from the ladies room and then in some high pitched
oriental language, jabber jabber jabber, around the corner and down the hall in some high pitched wail. Guess I showed her not to mess with a Man on a mission!!!

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