To recap: I went streaking at work and was now in the bathroom realizing the janitor took my clothes from the women’s bathroom. It was a very bad situation.
I crept back to the door, saw the hallway was clear and raced into the stall. My clothes were gone. No longer on the hook. The janitor must have taken them.
I immediately started to hyperventilate. What the fuck was I going to do? Then I got weirdly very calm. I needed to go to the lost and found near the janitors closet.
Taking a deep breath, I stepped out into the hallway. The hard floor was cold on my feet. I started walking down towards his room.
Then I heard foot steps coming down the hall.
I’ve never run faster in my life. I tore around the corner, jiggling the whole way, and ducked into a random office.
Crouched behind a desk, I watched the door.
I felt like the kids in Jurassic Park in the kitchen where the raptors are stalking them…except in this case, it was the security guard. He walked right past the door, completely oblivious. I had completely forgotten about him. Holy shit. No time to dwell though.