Habit

I was returning to my office after using the restroom this afternoon when a co-worker stopped me in the hallway.

"You forgot to grab your water glass this morning," he said.

"What?" I asked.

"You forgot to grab your water glass this morning," he repeated, his tone of voice slightly heightened. "You know, the one you always refill and place on the shelf above the receptionist's desk on your way to the bathroom. You forgot to grab it on your way back in this morning."

"You notice that I do that?" I asked.

"Everybody notices that you do that," he answered.

"That's weird," I said, smiling.

"Yeah well, you should probably go grab it now."

"Why's that?"

"Well, everybody is kind of in the habit of timing your bathroom breaks based on how long your water glass sits on the shelf."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. And as far as they're concerned, you've been in the men's room since nine forty-five this morning."

"What," I asked, "could I possibly be doing in the men's room for six hours?"

"Well, I've got four to one odds on 'crying,' so if you could muster a tear or two, I'd really appreciate it."