Alright, this has now happened enough times that it can't just be my paranoia or some coincidence. Every time I go in to use a urinal and someone is doing something unholy in the stall, it seems like they rush out of there to "join me" once I'm washing my hands. It's weird, because I'm the only other person in there and I'm obviously pretty close to leaving. Common sense would tell me they'd just wait an extra 30 seconds to exit the stall. But they don't; they fly out of there like bats exiting Hell.
So I'm just trying to figure out what the play is here, because there is obviously something they're aiming to achieve. Some things I have thought of:
1) In the event that the smell escapes the confines of the bathroom, they want to leave at least some level of mystery when it comes to who is responsible for it. Two guys walking out in succession at least creates some doubt, whereas them making the walk of shame on their own pretty much makes it an open and shut case.
2) They take a perverse sense of pride in what they've done, and they want me to see the man behind the curtain. I honestly think this is the case with some of them. I refuse to look them in the face, but they don't know that beforehand. And some will come out and immediately strike up a conversation and begin laughing. I'm just not sure how you could be in such a jovial mood in that setting unless it's because your plan is unfolding exactly as you intended.
3) They are employees who have been killing time on the can, and they think I might be their boss. Now this would probably be debunked quickly if they could see my pants/footwear, but I'm honestly not sure what the vantage point is like in there because I wouldn't do that in a public toilet even if the fate of humanity depended on it.
Is this something others have noticed? Is there a methodology to this madness that I've just never heard of to this point in life? Because I'm sick of feeling like me flushing a urinal is activating some sort of Rube Goldberg contraption that eventually leads to a a bowling ball landing on a 2x4 that catapults a man off the throne. It's to a point where I'm about to start having fake phone conversations while I'm peeing, "Yeah - this Leprosy really sucks, man. I feel bad for anyone who comes within five feet of me. Really takes my mind off the Polio, though." I don't mean to make light of a legit issue, but how the hell am I to keep them stallbound?
So I'm just trying to figure out what the play is here, because there is obviously something they're aiming to achieve. Some things I have thought of:
1) In the event that the smell escapes the confines of the bathroom, they want to leave at least some level of mystery when it comes to who is responsible for it. Two guys walking out in succession at least creates some doubt, whereas them making the walk of shame on their own pretty much makes it an open and shut case.
2) They take a perverse sense of pride in what they've done, and they want me to see the man behind the curtain. I honestly think this is the case with some of them. I refuse to look them in the face, but they don't know that beforehand. And some will come out and immediately strike up a conversation and begin laughing. I'm just not sure how you could be in such a jovial mood in that setting unless it's because your plan is unfolding exactly as you intended.
3) They are employees who have been killing time on the can, and they think I might be their boss. Now this would probably be debunked quickly if they could see my pants/footwear, but I'm honestly not sure what the vantage point is like in there because I wouldn't do that in a public toilet even if the fate of humanity depended on it.
Is this something others have noticed? Is there a methodology to this madness that I've just never heard of to this point in life? Because I'm sick of feeling like me flushing a urinal is activating some sort of Rube Goldberg contraption that eventually leads to a a bowling ball landing on a 2x4 that catapults a man off the throne. It's to a point where I'm about to start having fake phone conversations while I'm peeing, "Yeah - this Leprosy really sucks, man. I feel bad for anyone who comes within five feet of me. Really takes my mind off the Polio, though." I don't mean to make light of a legit issue, but how the hell am I to keep them stallbound?
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