At Least They're Committed

It’s the end of a long day before a long holiday weekend and I’m the last of my team still here at work (it’s 5:20-ish). I went into the ladies room and two of the stalls were locked but there was no movement, not even the sound of breathing. So in the absolute quiet, as I tried to do something, anything to fix my hair, my mind suddenly pictured a severed head rolling out from under the nearest stall. I’m weird like that.