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airports are not high on my "acceptable places to poo" list. unfortunately, airplanes are lower on the list resulting in the following experience.
this particular airport bathroom had only 8 stalls, all occupied and stenchified. two factors that are usually enough to make me reconsider and accept the risk of a fecal impaction. instead, i waited.
the distinctive sound of a stall door latch opening, filled me with optimism. i glanced up and made eye contact with a man who looked much thinner than when he entered. we said nothing, but gave each other a nod of acknowledgement. i started to move towards the stall, but he just stood there. he was waiting.
he stood waiting like a chauffeur, holding open the stall door. waiting for me to sit so he could close the door behind me. unacceptable bathroom behavior.
i froze. my panicked mind raced. maybe this a common custom in this strange land (atlanta). maybe he left a monster poo in the bowl and wanted to see my reaction. maybe he wants to join me in the stall for a synchronized pooping event. maybe he is just a poo collector. maybe this is good, I don’t have to touch the germ infested door. maybe I need to tip him. is 15% adequate?
i was extremely wigged out by this odd behavior. time stopped, milliseconds seemed like hours
to my left and slightly behind me, i hear that distinctive latch sound again. another stall was freeing up. i did a 180 an nearly pushed the exiting man out of the way as i entered the new stall. i locked the latch behind me and wondered how long the toilet chauffeur continued to wait.
Posted by griff at May 23, 2003 10:27 AM