"Guess who I saw in the bathroom today?"

"Who?" we asked.

His eyes blazed and he jumped in his seat. We could tell he had something juicy to tell us.

"Our CEO."

"Oh, that's cool," we answered. We've all seen our CEO from time to time around the office. This didn't qualify as juicy at all.

"And get this—he walked out of the bathroom without washing his hands!"

"No way! What?!"

"Yea! He didn't wash his hands!"

We laughed. Still not totally juicy, though. It was like squeezing a dry lemon. There were a few drops, but not enough to make your mouth pout.

"But wait, there's more!"

We leaned in closer.

"Then I walked back to my desk. And there he was! Sitting in my chair!"

"What?!" We tried to imagine seeing our CEO sitting in our chair like it was his. Leaning back in the chair, feet up on the desk, lounging around like he owned the place. But it got even juicier.

"Yea! And—"

We leaned in closer.

"He was using my phone!"

"Ew, gross!" Our collective mouths dropped like a hot potato. Flies could've flown in easily, they were so wide. You could've tossed a whole lemon in there too.

"Yea! He waved a finger at me and said, 'Is this your desk? I'm sorry, I'll be finished in a minute.'"

"The same finger he didn't wash?" we asked.

"Yea!"

"Ew, gross!"

"Yea!" There was a smirk in his face. The story wasn't over yet. There was more juice to be had. A coup d'etat of juice.

"So I walked off for a bit. Got a coffee. Then came back, and there were crumbs on my desk!"

"What?" We tried to blink, but our eyelids were paralyzed. "Crumbs?"

"Yea, cookie crumbs! I think he ate a whole cookie at my desk. While he was talking on the phone. After coming from the bathroom. And not washing his hands."

"Ewww! Groooss!" The juice of the story sheathed us with invisible slime. We shook in our seats and wiped imaginary filth from our bodies. By the time this juicy story was done, we all had to wash our hands.