Yesterday at work I was on my way to the restroom before I headed off for better pastures. I was a good ten feet from the bathroom door when I heard an audible pained squeal.
“Is that coming from the restroom?” I thought with a smile on my face, because it would be funny if I heard such a loud sound twenty feet from the stalls to a set of two doors with four feet in between then and then another ten feet past the outer door.
I walked in the first door and heard nothing, the second, nothing, and then I got to the third sink and heard the desperate whimpering of a man in the last stall.
Based on the quick breathing I guessed that he was not in a good place.
Have you ever watched a black belt in karate tear apart a big phone book with his bare hands? You know how the black belt breathes fast, loud and deep? Well that’s what I heard the entire time that I was at the urinal taking care of business – that along with the intermitant desperate shallow cries of “Oh God!”
I almost began to think that the man in the last stall wasn’t alone or perhaps he was pleasuring himself until I heard what sounded to be pure 100% liquid coming out of his behind.
I was done and went to go wash my hands while barely being able to hold my laughter in. While I washed my hands the guy who sits next to me entered and went to a different stall, I left with tears of laughter rolling down my face.
I NEED to know who was in that last stall…hopefully I will have answers today.