Please leave me out of your kink, or a horrifying breach of public restroom etiquette

I’m going to guess teenaged store employee, maybe infatuated with another employee or something. Maybe the employee saw the other employee do something that moved him.
“Oh yeah, put that bread on the shelf…
Reach for it…”

I always thought the code was that you politely pretended that whatever was happening in the next stall, wasn’t. I don’t think self-satisfaction is any less gross than pooping, which is, after all, that the stall is there for; its sound is no less disturbing than the sounds that sometimes come with pooing.

Now, if the person were obviously taking your presence into account, that would be objectionable, and illegal. If it were me in your position, I would have just continued about my business, got up, washed my hands, and left as normal, leaving Wankeroo to finish or not on his own.

I wish I could change opening this thread dude you went local to the fucking food store to their public and second most disgusting stall and took out yer telephone.

Fuck off

Perhaps he was in need of writing a secret code, and had to resort to old school methods of fulfilling his mission.

This brave patriot is trying to save America from evildoers, and all you can do is mock and sneer? Have you no sense of patriotism?

Why do you hate America?

Let me clarify. I wasn’t TALKING on the phone, I was just looking at it, because there wasn’t any good graffiti and I didn’t have a pen. I would never CALL someone from a bathroom stall. I’m not a barbarian any more than Stratocaster is.

Oh, and Bobot – he appeared to be in his forties, weatherbeaten and not an employee. I saw him as I fled the scene a few seconds after he left and recognized his boots.

Pretending nothing was happening in that stall is exactly what I was doing. I stayed put until he left because a), I didn’t want to embarrass the guy, and b) I REALLY didn’t want to make eye contact with him if we both exited at the same time.

A public bathroom, okay–but a private one? I’d figure it’s the second-most common room.

Ah, fair enough. I guess it comes down to whether you’d be able to pretend you didn’t know what he was doing. It just seems awful to be a captive audience to it.

Would you say he was masturbating like a mother fuck?

Because you would know, right? :wink:

And to the OP: I work at a high school in Beijing. One morning, I went into the loo, knocked on the door to the stall with the “western commode”, got no answer, pushed the door open, and saw one of the students rubbing one out. If you’re going to do such a thing in a public loo, lock the stall door!

@superwombat That cartoon reminds me of why my friends and I stopped going to Delta of Venus restaurant in Davis, California. I saw one of the cooks come out of the stall after he was obviously dropping a deuce and he walked out of the restroom without washing his hands. I loudly informed my party of that fact and, without any further discussion, we all up and left.

Indeed.

Can someone translate this to English please?

You have a great gift for euphemisms.

Hmmm? Let me try:

“You went the grocery store, in your neighborhood, and used the restroom in the cleanest stall available…”

It just seems super uncomfortable! But I am not a dude.

I think Chela was under the impression that I was having a phone conversation while using a bathroom and was rightly disapproving of that sort of behavior, although that wasn’t what I was doing. Probably it was supposed to read “… you went to the local fucking food store, [went into] their public and second-most-disgusting stall, and…”

I would have to agree that the stall I used was the second-grossest stall in that bathroom, but given that there were only two, the data isn’t particularly useful. It’s like saying the person who won a two-person footrace came in second to last. For the record, it was not disgusting at all, which technically made it the second-most-disgusting stall available.

The comment struck me as completely out of left field. I couldn’t make heads or tails of it.

Anyway, as for masturbating in the bathroom being unusual (not a public one, but I private one) that definitely was a “tell me you’re not a guy without telling me you’re not a guy.” Bathroom, shower, bedroom—all typical places when you’re a teenager. It’s not chronic constipation that has pubescent boys hogging the bathroom.

So not a teenager, but sufficiently motivated to rub one out standing up in a disgusting men’s room stall.

Might be a kink after all.

No scented candles? No John Tesh music playing softly in the background? No Labatts in a wine glass? No back issues of Glamour laid out? The man truly was an animal.