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I was watching television and some guy
was talking about having an “overactive bladder”
and the medication you could use to treat it.
I thought that must be terrible having an “overactive bladder.”
Then I thought, you know if I had an “overactive bladder”
I would have good excuse for leaving a lot of meetings.
It would be great to have an “overactive bladder!”
Then I thought, I didn’t even actually need to have an “overactive bladder”.
I could just tell people I had an “overactive bladder.”
So about 10 minutes into meetings at work I would get up and say:
“Oh, my overactive bladder.”
Excuse myself and never come back.
I could go back to my desk and get some actual work done.
I could go down to Starbucks and use the free Wi-Fi.
I could go home and watch television in my underpants.
Having an “overactive bladder” was great.
Finally, my boss started a meetings where he was saying
something about “headcount reductions.”
As I got up and started to exit room I muttered: “I hate you overactive bladder.”
In my car driving to the movies: “I love you overactive bladder.”