Our office has no running water, so I grabbed the coffee carafe, went down our stairs, up the flight across the landing to the men's room on the second floor . . . .I opened the door, groped for the switch to turn on the light, filled the carafe with water, propped open the door with my right foot, transferred the carafe to my right hand and turned the light back off before heading back to the office . . . . .and then I about left my skin when a woman's voice rasped from the last stall, "Turn that damn thing back on!!?"
So I did. And trucked the hell out of there . . . . .