Stalls
Embarassing Personal Story for the day - So I hop into the restroom this morning, head into a stall, close the door, lock it and take a seat on the toilet. I've been sick lately (pink eye and strepe), haven't really slept well in the past week (which I'm blaming on the drugs tehy have me on, Prednizone), and it's still early morning so I'm dragging. I rest my chin in my palms, elbows braced on my legs and lower my head, just staring at the floor. Yes, the floor. I have no problem embarassing myself with stories so if I were looking at anything else I would tell you.
They redid the bathrooms in Compaq about a year ago.. They used too look like the bathrooms you have in shop class in high school because our building used to be all manufacturing. Well, when they redid the stalls they never got the locks for the stalls lined up as the floor is not exactly even. As a result, the doors don't lock unless you lift up on the door when you close it, something in my current state I did not do.
So here I sit, lost in thought and I look up (no reason, maybe I caught something out of the corner of my eye, or heard something) and what do I see? The stall door has swung completely open thanks to the faulty locks and the uneven floor and looking out of the stall I see the mirrors by the sinks, and looking back at me, aghast from the mirror, is some guy who has just turned from the urinal to go wash his hands. I attempted to gracefully close my stall door, but not before the guy decided he didn't need to wash his hands. Like a dear in the headlights, he stared on in horror before finally bolting for the saftey of the door. After all, here he is using the urnial, he turns around to see me naked sitting on the toilet looking back at him from the mirror. For all I know he thinks I had just been sitting there naked watching him...
Fortunetly I didn't recognize him, and hopefully won't see him again, and even more, I hope he doesn't see me again.