Please forgive me for the subject of this post. I can't help it--I had to write about it.
Two days ago, I went into the public restrooms at Target. I walked in an innocent girl with a full bladder, and walked out a changed woman. Here's why.
The first thing I noticed as I rounded the corner was the guttural noises coming from a stall. Which stall? I don't know. They were frightening enough to send me into the first one. My first thought was, Oh my god, there's a man in here.
I stood, in my stall, listening for further clues. They came quickly by the way of heavy, heavy breathing. Breathing so heavy, I thought maybe someone was having a baby in the toilet, you know how they do on that show I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant?
The breathing was soon punctuated by moans and grunts of a wide variety. We got the pitiful, high pitched moans, the low angry moans (moans with a purpose). And just when I was starting to think I should find help: silence.
I stood (still with a full bladder) in my stall and waited. Seconds passed. And then, in the silence of the florescently-lit bathroom, I heard her/him/it say softly, to themselves:
"Ah. That is nasty."
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