You’ll Want To Wipe This Story From Your Memory
I approach the office manager. We are both male.
Me: “The men’s facilities are almost out of toilet paper. Where do you store it?”
Office Manager: “It’s in [storage room], but thanks for the reminder. I’ll order some more.”
A nearby coworker, also male, scoffs at our interaction.
Coworker: “Why are two men so concerned about toilet paper. Seriously.”
Me: “Uh… well I don’t know about you but it’s kinda hard to wipe without it.”
Coworker: “You wipe? What are you, gay?”
My brain stutters.
Me: “Uh… what?!”
Office Manager: “Can’t believe I’m asking this, but what do you wipe with?”
Coworker: “Nah, wiping a butt is gay. I’m not a f** like that.”
I am beyond words, and totally grossed out by the idea of this guy just… not wiping.
Office Manager: “Do you hold your junk when you pee?”
Coworker: “Uh, duh! Gotta aim somehow!”
Office Manager: “So touching your own d*ck isn’t gay, but wiping your butt is?”
Coworker: “Shut up! You know it’s different!”
Office Manager: “I really don’t. Explain it to me.”
Coworker: “It’s… butts are gay, alright!”
Me: “So… wait… you never wipe?”
Coworker: “No! That’s gay!”
I walk away quickly to hide my disgust. The office manager tells me to leave it with him. That coworker is given a talking to about “office hygiene etiquette” by his manager (I wasn’t told that officially, but I was told that there’s a standard HR script for that) but that didn’t do down too well and he was let go a month later for… health reasons.