Here are some photos from the office bathroom.

Since I've been using these facilities for fifteen years, I wanted to record some photos of the dear ol' place.

At my height, I can't help but see a straight line across the top of the wall cuff and the tile line behind it. It's the kind of perspective illusion that entertains me while I'm occupied.

This is where I stash my iPhone. Someday it will be irredeemably hilarious that we all had iPhones, what with the Subcutaneous Phone being so popular and necessary.

The latest edition of the paper is always found here. This is gross.

This stuff is supposed to make the room smell better. Instead, it just lays a thick cloud of flowers over the problem scent.

This is my buddy, a face made of dripped paint. He's on the men's urinal plumbing. Sometimes that metal collar rotates downward, but I always circle it back around so my buddy is on the top. Over the years, he's evolved from reminding me of Oscar the Grouch to a gurning Sackboy.