Bathrooms

Today during a work break I sat in the comfy chairs across from the bathroom doors. I had thirty minutes of waiting for my next meeting in the hall.

In and out students would leave their classrooms to go to the bathroom. And in and out were the same three people. Two men, and one woman. They'd pop into the bathroom for a spell and then a few minutes later exit. Then back in. Then out. Then in. Each time looking at me looking at them.

It can mean a few things. One: They aren't feeling well. Two: They drank too much. Or Three. Oh it is definitely number three, or in this case two.

Those poor saps were waiting for a quiet moment to pooh alone. We all deserve this courtesy. And each time they sheepishly walked past me they were clinching themselves tight. The sheepish shitters.