Well, I never went into this bathroom, but here’s my weird story.
I’m taking a couple of summer classes at San Antonio College and have a break between the two. So, I’m hanging out at the student lounge, reading a book and eating something from the vending machine. The men’s bathroom is about twenty feet away from where I am.
First, I see two snickering and giggling boys in their late teens enter, gripping their backpacks. I notice them, wonder “what the frick have they got going on”, and return to my book. Within a couple of minutes, I start hearing noises from the bathroom. The kind of noise you get by rubbing a balloon vigorously. Still not knowing what to make of it, I return to my book. Then, a distinguished older man in a suit, carrying a briefcase, pushes the door open and walks through. He stopped about two thirds of the way in the door.
“I can’t believe you’re doing that in here!” he exclaimed.
By now, I’ve put my book down and I’m training my eyes on the door. No one else in the busy student lounge seems to have noticed the goings-on. The distinguished man goes on in and emerges a few minutes later, shaking both his wet hands and his head in disbelief.
The balloon rubbing noises continued a little while longer, and finally the two emerged.
One of them was wrapped from head to toe in Saran Wrap. The other was not.
I had to admire their work ethic. The Saran Wrap guy’s clothes were compressed against his body by the clear clingwrap. They hadn’t covered the very top of his head, so his brown hair seemed to fountain out in a kind of new age topknot. His partner looked sweaty and satisfied.
They left for the escalators, the Saran Wrapped man walking with his feet carefully splayed apart, and the other guy following behind like a well worn chaperone. I still wonder where they were going.