Some guys I work with and I play basketball at lunch, and after each game I use one of the two showers the company was nice enough to provide its employees.
I’ve never been very litigious-minded – in fact, legal matters make me quite uneasy – but when I was drying off today the thought crossed my mind that if the gay marketing guy had drilled a hole in wall and was watching me get dressed I would probably be able to sue my company for a couple hundred thousand dollars.
Then I thought, that’s something Sharon Stone would do, she of the getting mad at the zookeepers after her husband had his foot eaten by that Komodo dragon while he was standing in the fucking cage, unlike anyone else who visits the Los Angeles Zoo is permitted to do.
Instead, I decided I would just take it as a compliment.
Fuck Sharon Stone.