TIFU by playing with my phone in the bathroom at work tifu

Some time last week, I installed Fallout Shelter on my phone. Although I suck at it, I found myself playing on the bus to work, in a waiting room, i.e. anytime I found my mind and hands idle.

Well, one of those times happened to be when I was taking a potty break at work. I intern at an office that has an abnormally high amount of visually impaired employees (I'd wager around 80% of the workplace), and being the new intern, enjoy quite a degree of anonymity.

That being said, I figured while I was talking to a man about a colt, I could spare sometime, and try and figure out how to keep an ever so needy vault happy.

Well, I lost track of the time and was promptly reminded of how long I had been stationary by the motion sensor lights shutting off, leaving me in the pitch black bathroom with no windows.

I had yet to wipe, and needed some light to do so (as using the phone light seemed primitive). So I figured I'd do a little seated shuffle on to flip the lights back on, but to no avail.

I then figured I would get off the pot, and do a little jig in the stall, hoping that the flailing of my arms combined with the pants-around-my-ankles-dance would bring success. But yet I remained in the dark.

It was at this point out of mild frustration that I decided to fling open the stall door loudly parade my bare bottom around a pitch black bathroom, stomping and swinging my limbs about, hoping to appease the light sensor gods.

Finally, the florescent light illuminated the lavatory, and my spirit.

But it was not I that the florescent muses yielded to.

In the midst of my parading, another gentleman had just opened the door to the bathroom, and let his presence be known with a polite cough and a swift exit out of the bathroom.

I turned and met his eyes for a second. Just long enough to see that he was one of the few employees that had full vision, and what a full sight he must have witnessed.

Pants still around my ankles, I scurried back to my stall, much like how a wounded roach seeks shelter under a refrigerator.

I promptly finished my business, and retreated back to my cubical, head hung in shame, vault dwellers still at 28% happiness and myself not feeling much happier than that either.

wayTL;DR: Lights shut off in the bathroom. Co-worker walks in on me, not decent, and sees me attempting to dance summon the light gods.

*edit: formatting

Submitted July 10, 2015 at 12:20PM by HueChaz92 http://ift.tt/1LZrC1G tifu