From GSElevator comes this fantastic tale of life as a banker on a private jet roadshow. What happens when you party all night, scarf up too much breakfast, and hop on a bumpy business jet? The opposite of fireworks, that's what.
“Excuse me, where is the bathroom, because I don’t see a door?” I ask while still devoting considerable energy to fighting off what starts to feel like someone shook a seltzer bottle and shoved it up my ass. She looks at me, bemused, and says, “Well, we don’t really have one per se.” At this point she reads my mind, or just couldn’t miss the fact that I looked like Alec Baldwin after a 3-day coke binge. She continues, “Technically, we have one, but it’s really just for emergencies. Don’t worry, we’re landing shortly anyway.”Head on over to read "The Roadshow" and you'll not be sorry!
The toilet in this story looks like this one from Travis S on Flickr. Trust me, it is exactly as described in the story!