We've got a bleeder...

I was sitting in my office about thirty minutes ago working (well acting like I was working) and I hear a blood curtailing scream. What I imagine it sounds like when someone's toenails are being ripped out, it was damned near deafening. It was then following by a couple more screams, yelps of pain and sobs.

As I scrambled out of my office to find out what was going on another coworker and I discovered the screams were emanating from the little boy's room. We weren't sure what the hell was going on and upon questioning the occupant we learned that another co-worker, let's call him Francis, had managed to catch himself in his zipper.

Seems he was trying to decide his next course of action, the door still shut and locked, when he figured the zipper had to come down at some point in time. Poor bastard, I'm sure removing himself from the gene pool wasn't on his list of things to do today.

All this time folks were wondering about Darwin's theories on evolution and I've got a prime example right here in my office. If you're wondering, no we didn't wait for him to leave before we started laughing. Hell we were calling him zippy as he walked out the door, to chants of "Franks and Beans".

The title of this post, beside making reference to us having to douse the restroom floor with Clorox to clean up the mess he'd made, it also an obscure quote from There's Something About Mary (the "Franks and Beans" quote was a bit more notable).