Albert’s office building is shared with many other companies. There’s a woman in an events management company on the same floor that he’s taken rather a shine to. Albert has no real idea what events are or why they need managing but he’s more than happy to chat to her whenever the chance comes his way.
Strangely, this often happens in the corridor, just as he’s about to head into the male toilets. This goes on for a few weeks. After a few of these chats Albert has established that she lives alone with two cats. Well, this is very encouraging. Albert finds himself thinking about her a lot. She’s so funny and warm and kind and apparently interested in the things Albert has to say. Albert becomes less and less productive at work, distracted by his daydreams about her.
Until one day, catching sight of her just before pushing open the door to the male toilets, he says to her, ‘I suppose you must think I’ve got a really weak bladder.’
She looks blank.
‘I haven’t,’ Albert says. ‘Not at all. Quite the opposite in fact. In case you were wondering.’
She explains that she wasn’t.
They don’t seem to chat so much anymore. On the plus side, Albert is back to his usual productive self.