Particularly male buffoons.
I offer you a tip on how to be somewhat less a buffoon. It is this:
Upon entering a public bathroom, urinating and either washing your hands or not (preferably the former), do not - I say DO NOT - turn the bloody light off on your way out the door unless you first bend over - down, way way down - and peer under the stall partitions to ensure there are no shoes resting on the floor. For the presence of shoes is a clear indicator of the presence of feet - and by extension, all the other bits and pieces of a human being who just might be using the commode at that moment and who just might even be a poet of sorts and who just might be jotting in his notebook the foundations of a profound work of literature!
And he just might not be a magical elf or a coal miner or a bat or otherwise be equipped with infra vision or a mining helmet or fucking sonar!
I can't write in the dark, people!
This is the second time in just a few months this has happened.
Bloody buffoons.
FWG
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3 comments:
One might be tempted to suggest that perhaps you spend far too much time in the bathroom.
Oh...and keep the pen.
It's a thought I've considered.
Why are people turning the light off in a public restroom? I only do that when I know it's a single seater - and those are fairly obvious.
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