Selling Potty

They installed locks on the restrooms on our floor. The beady-eyed Egg Lady led the campaign for the installation. She sits at her desk staring out through the glass door of the Egg Farm office. From her unobstructed perspective, she closely monitors lavatory goings on. Clearly, what she observed alarmed her.

Vagrants and their smelly vagrant habits did not snap the Egg Lady into action. And men with knives hiding themselves in the stalls finished second in the big problem contest. No. The problem was the people who work on the first floor.

The miscreants who work on the first floor are not supposed to use our bathrooms. They have their own bathrooms. Plus, they make risque cell phone calls in the handicapped stall.

The Landlord gave each tenant on our floor six lavatory keys. We hang them on hooks by our office doors. As I parade down the hall clutching my key on a lanyard, I flash back to third grade. Or that gas station on Route 80.

We're considering selling keys to those people on the first floor. We at Franklyn Ideas have the necessary smarts to sell potty. We may hang our sneakers over the toilets. We are entrepreneurs.