30. Meeting a man in a women’s bathroom.
by hannah
March 10th, 2010
From Sex, Life, & Hannah::Volume 1, Winter Season (CHAPTER 6: VALENTINE’S DAY MARTYRDOM)
I open the bathroom door.
I see a man standing in front of the center stall. I must have the wrong bathroom.
I do a one-eighty. I look at the outside of the door: it clearly depicts a female form. I open the door again. The man is still there.
“Hi there,” he says with a casual air.
The man greeting me has thick curly dark hair and a goatee. He’s wearing a red-collared shirt, a black leather jacket, grey pin-striped pants, and checkered Vans. It’s the most fashion I’ve seen in an hour and a half.
I smile with an air of what-the-fuck-are-you-doing-in-here?
“There was no toilet paper in the men’s bathroom so I deduced the women’s room would be the fastest way to get some.” He takes a few steps to pick up the drink sitting on the bathroom counter—next to a roll of toilet paper. “Are you an accountant?” he asks.
“No. Are you an accountant?”
“No. But I have one who works here.” He takes a sip of his drink. “David Smyth.” He extends his hand toward me. “Smyth with a ‘y’ not an ‘i’,” he adds.
So, he’s a little strange—and a little anal retentive. I greet his hand with mine…
