Bathroom Etiquette: Some things are just wrong
I work in a bookstore. Not the most interesting job in the world, but it pays well and it can be fun, on occasion. My run-ins with the public run the whole gamut of genres: fantasy, horror, romance, thrillers, etc. Today’s encounter (it actually occurred about three or four days ago) would fall into the horror category. And like all good horror it takes place in the restroom in my bookstore. I had to make use of the facilities and entered the restroom innocently enough. I heard a voice coming from the back stall. I didn’t think much of it at first. Some father helping his son do his business, I thought. The realization of what was actually going on dawned on me slowly. I think mostly because the act being preformed was so unnatural to my mind. Some guy, in the back stall of the Barnes and Noble restroom, was talking on his cell phone. I could not believe it. Bile rose in my throat. This guy was just randomly talking to someone about his recent experience at the local theater. (He had ...