The feeling when I walk into the men's room on the 3rd fl of the office building where I work, and three of the four stalls are taken, and I'm taking the fourth one to do a dump:
I feel like I'm a bassoonist and the conductor has just walked to the podium, looked over the players, and gone tap tap tap with the baton. And now it's time to get to work. It's time to dump all together, as dumping unit.
I feel strong, I feel supported. Solidarity in dumping. Strike up the dang band & let's dump.
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