I had to go and I had to go now. I’d waited as long as I could and it was time. I flung open the door to the men’s room, only to discover that someone is in one of the two stalls. Decision time. Do I break the Sacred Tradition of Men and take the empty stall? Do I proceed to my safe haven? Do I shit all over myself? I had no choice. I broke tradition and took the other stall. Fortunately, I recognized the shoes of the current occupant as none other than my old pal, MB. Good fortune had smiled on me.
Normally, I’m not a stall talker. If someone happens to sit down next to me, I don’t talk to him. It’s just too weird. I may say something like, “Sorry about that, dude. Must have been the Taco Bell I had for lunch”, but for the most part, I’m quiet. It’s just one of those things that you don’t do, like picking your nose in public. But we all know that sometimes, you just gotta pick…and this was one of those times.
Me: Hey, man, check this shit out. (inside joke…I knew MB would laugh)
MB: laughs. What is it?
Me: Someone left the classified ads from the paper. You need anything?
MB: Yeah, you to shut up.
Me: Ah now, don’t be that way. You know I would have gone somewhere else if I could.
MB: I know. Was it an “I gotta go, and I gotta go now” situation?
Me: Do I have any other kind?
MB: Heh. Probably not.
Me: Oh cool, the personal ads. Wanna hear ‘em?
MB: Sure, I got nothing else to do.
Me: Ok. First one. Couple seeks singles or other couples, 35 to 45, for fun and good times. Cool. Wonder if they’ll take Jews?
MB: Heh. Doubt it. You’re too hairy. Any others?
Me: Yeah, here’s a good one. WWM, 51, doesn’t look his age, seeks full-figured SWF for LTR.
MB: Do what? What in the hell is a WWM or a SWF?
Me: Oh. Sorry. Forgot you’re new at this. WWM is “widowed white male”, SWF is “single, white female” and LTR is “long term relationship”.
MB: Ah. He’s looking for a chubby chick to be his next wife.
Me: Bingo! Give that man a courtesy flush.
MB: All right, dude, I’m outta here. You’re killing me.
Me: Up yours. See ya!
MB gets up, walks to the sink and starts washing his hands. I read another classified to him.
Me: Hey, here’s another. Single white male seeks single white female for no-strings-attached fun and games.
Since I’m running my mouth, I fail to hear the door to the bathroom open. I keep talking to MB.
Me: Dude, this stuff is sad. I know! I’ll put one in. How about single, horny Jewish guy, tired of watching porn seeks…
On some primitive level, I know we’re no longer alone. Some lower spinal cord thing has kicked in and I sense new people in the bathroom. I notice a new pair of shoes in the stall next to mine. I hear another pair walk to the urinal on the far side of the stall. And I hear the very faint sound of MB laughing. Hard. Really hard. As he walks out.