Last night I had one the more uncomfortable public bathroom experiences I’ve had in a long time. Picture a very small men’s room. It’s basically just a hallway with just enough room for a toilet, urinal, and sink all in a row and spaced about 2 feet apart with no dividers. There is a latch on the door which is a strong indication that expected capacity of the restroom was one person.
I cautiously push on the door, it opens freely revealing a man standing in front of the toilet urinating.
Me: “Whooaa..sorry man” (backing out)
Stranger: “No problem, there’s plenty of room”
Choosing not to respond, I just back out and start to walk away when I hear…
“Come baaaack…there’s plenty of rooooom”
No dude…there is never enough room. I decide to come back another time. *shudder*
I’m sorta sick of reading about your bathroom story for the past 2 months. In fact, it makes me want to release the prisoner from it’s denim incarceration and pee on you.