Flush with success
At work, we have a bathroom with a toilet that flushes for an indeterminably long time. Such a long time, in fact, that you can flush, thoroughly wash your hands, fix your hair, gaze irritably at your hair’s lackluster appearance, futz with your contacts, curse at said contacts, perform a difficult mathematical equation, AND tie your shoelaces – twice, but yet when you open the door to leave, the toilet will still be flushing, making it appear to anyone in the general vicinity that you sprinted out of the restroom without performing any personal hygiene duties whatsoever.
