Friday the Thirteenth, that helps explain it.

Coming into work, I used the restroom. I flushed. I washed my hands. I prepared to exit. Only problem, the toilet kept running. And running. And running. Embarrassed, I jiggled the handle. Nothing.

I considered calling Facilities, but really, who wants to be “that guy?” Running toilet guy. Nope. I needed to figure a way to wait it out.

I jiggled the handle some more. Nothing. I prayed. Nothing. I tried jiggling the handle several more times. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.

It felt as if hours had passed (actually, it was probably two minutes). I jiggled the handle one more time. Miracle of miracles, it stopped. The water stopped running!

I high tailed it out of there.

Flash forward to later in the day. I was using a different Men’s Room. Standing at a urinal (sorry, it’s a critical part of the story), the urinal next to me flushed. No one else in the room. No reason for it to flush. A phantom flush. Super creepy.

I washed my hands and high tailed it out of there.

My friends, I did not believe in ghosts, but now I am beginning to suspect that Potty Poltergeists are real.