Cure the disease...not the symptoms
We walked towards each other from either end of the hallway and properly waved. I sneak in to the bathroom and a few seconds later, the door open. I knew while walking what needed to be accomplished; the first cup of coffee of the day had made it’s way to it’s new destination. Little did I know that she came to do the same.
She chose the middle stall on the opposite side of mine. I wandered into an unfamiliar stall; corner stall farthest away from the entrance of the room. She padded her seat with paper covering while I had none. As she settled in, I figured I would wait until she flushed to start the process, but to my surprise, the flush never came.
I tapped my feet as she relieved a minimal amount of urine. I realized then that we were playing pooping chicken; a game usually played in an office environment. I tapped my heels upon the ceramic some more, breathed hard, hoping she would start first and dismiss me of shame. She aimed to please as she let out a wet fart and a splash. I decided to take this time to be mean, sit there, and search for the heat from her newly blushed cheek. I tapped harder to make sure she knew I was there still, quietly listening. She stood still and held off as much as she could. After a minute, I had grown bored of her embarrassment and relieved quickly; letting my splashing be her salvation.
I flushed, washed my hands, and proceeded to the café for my second cup of Joe.
She chose the middle stall on the opposite side of mine. I wandered into an unfamiliar stall; corner stall farthest away from the entrance of the room. She padded her seat with paper covering while I had none. As she settled in, I figured I would wait until she flushed to start the process, but to my surprise, the flush never came.
I tapped my feet as she relieved a minimal amount of urine. I realized then that we were playing pooping chicken; a game usually played in an office environment. I tapped my heels upon the ceramic some more, breathed hard, hoping she would start first and dismiss me of shame. She aimed to please as she let out a wet fart and a splash. I decided to take this time to be mean, sit there, and search for the heat from her newly blushed cheek. I tapped harder to make sure she knew I was there still, quietly listening. She stood still and held off as much as she could. After a minute, I had grown bored of her embarrassment and relieved quickly; letting my splashing be her salvation.
I flushed, washed my hands, and proceeded to the café for my second cup of Joe.