My definition of heresy for the following purposes is doing something I don’t normally do, going against my own values or normal way of doing things.
I’ve never been a talk in the public bathroom kind of guy. Let’s do what we came here to do and then leave. This Friday, I broke that rule.
I rolled into the the restroom at my work. There’s two urinals with ample dividers, then a row of toilets, then another set of two urinals. If you’re facing the urinals, the lavatories are behind you and the in and out doors are on the side.
I step up the the urinal on the left to take a piss. Moments later my boy from tech rolls in next to me. Silence. Seems we both can’t pee. He says, “I can’t wait to get out of here.”
“Man I feel the same way,” I reply with a profound honesty.
The pee finally starts. Seems just standing there was making us pee shy.
I finish. Wash my hands and go. “Aight, have a good weekend,” I say.
“You too.”
And that was that.
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