Mortification: The Epic Novel
Ok so. My friend and I were in a garage type area during school. She had to go. Bad. And the girls bathroom was locked. Such a dilemma, I know. So me, being the smart intellectual that I am, suggested that we go into the boys bathroom. Albeit I kinda forgot about gender gaps for like 5solid seconds. Enough time for us to walk over to the bathroom, CAUTIOUSLY open the door, and for us to see...
Nothing. Nobody in there. I know. Not what you were expecting. Anyway, we were kinda chatting and my friend starts nudging the stall doors (at first I assumed it was the one big room with the toilet in the corner, like the girls one, but it had two urinals and two stalls (maybe kinda sexist but ya know)) and a dude from my class says “Oh my gosh guys I’m in here” and me and my friend just book it outta there, the need to relieve ourselves diminished by utter mortification.
Typing it now, it doesn’t seem as such a big a deal. But still.
4th week of my Freshman year. R. I. P. Me.