An e-mail I sent to the bitchlist at work today:

We’ve all been there: You’re having a super productive 3 hour conference when nature calls. Do you:

1. Hop off the call knowing that it’s unlikely you’ll miss too much in 5 minutes
2. Put on a headset (and hopefully mute your call) so you can discreetly stay up-to-the-important-minute on the call without disturbing folks in other vulnerable positions
3. Let your callers know “I’m the decider. You will stop talking while I make room for more ideas.” or
4. Lock and load, drop your pants, and keep your self and your fellow crappers informed with your high volume speakerphone blaring off the cubicle walls?

I suppose the subject line gave away which way this gentleman takes care of business.

I kill me.