Thursday, May 29, 2008
Personal Space
So I went to South Point to go bowling the other night, and needed to hit the bathroom. This is a casino, mind you, readily designed to handle a large amount of traffic - including bathroom traffic.
It's close to midnight, so the casino is fairly empty, HENCE - the bathroom was empty as well. Against standard urinal rules, I decided to pick the first urinal I found. I'm not sure if people are aware of the standard urinal rules, the heart of the rules is: pee at a urinal where you have space to both your left and right, with a preference of one urinal open between a wall or another person.
Apparently, the guy that entered after me had no idea of this standard of rules. He had the option of about 10 stalls and about 15 urinals, and decides to trap me and take the urinal next to me.
All of a sudden, that song by the Police started playing in my head - "Don't stand - Don't stand - Don't stand so close to me"
Gah - damn you - there are tons of other urinals.
Whatever - zip, wash, get the fuck out of there.
It's close to midnight, so the casino is fairly empty, HENCE - the bathroom was empty as well. Against standard urinal rules, I decided to pick the first urinal I found. I'm not sure if people are aware of the standard urinal rules, the heart of the rules is: pee at a urinal where you have space to both your left and right, with a preference of one urinal open between a wall or another person.
Apparently, the guy that entered after me had no idea of this standard of rules. He had the option of about 10 stalls and about 15 urinals, and decides to trap me and take the urinal next to me.
All of a sudden, that song by the Police started playing in my head - "Don't stand - Don't stand - Don't stand so close to me"
Gah - damn you - there are tons of other urinals.
Whatever - zip, wash, get the fuck out of there.
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