by William Jackson on 2005-02-14
I warn you, Iʼm talking about things that occur in restrooms (again).
I went to the menʼs room on the second floor of the Flawn AcademicCenter, to do what people do in menʼs rooms. When I exited my stall, Isaw a man walk away from one of the urinals with a book in his hand.
He had a book in his hand!
He walked straight to the door. Thatʼs right, he forgot to sanitize. Istood there, utterly dumbfounded by the surrealism of what I had justwitnessed. I recognized him, too. He works here. Iʼm never shaking hishand. Ever.
In related news, I remember my friend mentioning to me how spacious thehandicap stalls are. “Theyʼre nice and roomy,” he said. “I could set upshop in there.”
“Set up shop?” I donʼt even want to know what he meant by that.