Yesterday, I was luxuriating in the penthouse stall when I heard something that raises an interesting etiquette question.
I heard a gentleman enter the men’s room, approach the urinal and begin his business. Another man entered, took a position at the second urinal, and began his work.
Then, one of the contestants, released a little toot.
It was quickly followed by the second man who contributed his own toot. (True, I was several feet away, locked in the stall, and can’t be 100 percent sure it was from the other musician, but the timbre was sufficiently distinct to indicate a different instrument.)
Then, the first man threw down a new bass line, with a more complicated melody. There was a beat...and the second man made a best effort to mimic that one as well!
A regular case of dueling banjos! (If by “banjos” I mean “my co-worker’s anuses.”)
This musical dance was conducted without conversation or commentary--a wordless fart ballet, if you will.
And so it begs the question: what is the proper response when a co-worker at the urinal next to you lets a small one go? I think these two guys have shown us the most elegant way of dealing with the situation--join the fun.