The bathroom at work is cold. Not just "oh, it's chilly in here". We're talking - "I can see my breath in here" cold. "Cold as stone" cold. "Cold as a witch's tit in a brass bra" cold. See what I'm saying.... COLD.
The kind of cold that forces you to hover. Not because you're worried about germs or catching some nasty unmentionable thing from the toilet seat. But because you're afraid you'll freeze to the rim and leave a layer of flesh stuck to it when you attempt to stand again.
Yep... COLD!
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