Mild mannered accountant George Thornby was finally rescued by colleagues yesterday afternoon after spending 7 hours in a toilet cubicle. George had already visisted Mr Ploppy and was about to wipe when he discovered to his horror that there was no toilet paper remaining in the delivery device. George, 37, was too embarrassed to cry for help and would not risk shuffling with his trousers around his ankles to the next cubicle.
His absence was noticed by colleagues when someone spotted his cheese and pickle sandwiches untouched on his desk in mid afternoon. “He always eats his lunch at precisely 13:17” said one colleague, so we immediately knew that something was seriously wrong. We eventually tracked him down to the Gents on the second floor and passed a new roll under the door, although it still took him an hour to work up the courage to emerge to meet the large crowd that had gathered.
George was understandably mortified by his experience, but claimed the time had not been entirely wasted as he had thought of a new method of netting off unrealised tax gains in Excel, unfortunately however he was unable to write his idea down.