Yesterday I was doing my usual prep in the bathroom stall at work. This includes, selecting a toilet that isn't covered in piss/other weird stuff (once it looked like someone had thrown tobacco all over the seat, not chewing tobacco...rolling tobacco), then wiping down the seat with toilet paper and flushing the paper towel down the toilet.
After wiping down the toilet seat, I flushed the piece of toilet paper I had used to clean the seat with. As the toilet was flushing, I unbuttoned my pants. I watched as a tiny black object jettisoned from my pants, and went right into the toilet, knifing its way towards the very center of the toilet bowl and into oblivion. My first thought: "Oh man, I've never seen lint move like that". Then I looked down and saw that my pants were missing their button. One depressing moment of realization later and I'm finishing up my business. Luckily my belt is enough to hold my pants up (barely).
I headed to the mailroom to tell my friend Mailroom Temp the hilariously depressing event that just occured.
A quick aside: I started temping with Mailroom Temp. We worked on the most tedious project I've ever worked on together. We would stand for 8 hours a day, scanning documents that we knew no one would ever look at again. We would eat lunch togehter almost every day (we were similar ages and had similar intersets). We gradually became friends. Finally I got hired (another long story), and he got moved to the mailroom.
So I walk into the mailroom, huge smile on my face, laughing at my own slight misfortune. I immediately notice that Mailroom Temp is in tears. Apparently he took Tuesday off because he was sick, and he had just found out that because of this (presumably) he had been fired. Needless to say I did not tell him my funny button toilet story.