A rest room encounter in which two stalled bathroom attendees are both faced with a desire to NOT beat the opposing attendee to the finish line (often called the flush line).
The courteous stall attendee will wait for the opposing, earlier arriving squat jockey to flush before making his/or her pioneering lunge towards the flush line. This thankfully prevents
said lunge from becoming recognizable by
two of the five senses of the unwitting number
two participant.
A rare phenomenon, ironically called the 'American Standoff', occurs when NEITHER stalwart bung vendor have had a
chance to advance their cause. Both sit in incoommodious silence while their equally taciturn cube
mate continues to clinch harder than a vice grip.
The American Standoff
winner is crowned with the crapshooter who is able to hold out longer than a fat
chick at a salad bar, and more importantly, their opponent.
Kudos, gallant gastrointestinal gamesman - this flush'
s for you!
Hey Tim, you'll never believe how
long I had to sit and wait before I won an American Standoff
today. My lower intestine was more uncomfortable than a lengthy pelvic examination performed by a
man with two wooden hands.