About a year ago, I worked on a project with the most argumentative, self-impressed woman I have ever met.
We sat in the middle of a hallway between the rest of the cubicle world and the bathrooms. It was narrow enough to cause our hair to blow as people walked by to use the facilities.
There was one guy who walked by an awful lot.
“That guy must be a water drinker. He sure does go to the bathroom a lot.”
“Well, that doesn’t necessarily mean he drinks water. It could be any liquid.”
