Yesterday at work I was not feeling very well at all.  It seemed like something I ate may have been further aggravated by lack of sleep.  A little over a quarter way into the shift, I stumbled upstairs to the bathroom and entered the stall.  I was trying to gather my thoughts as I felt as though I was going to vomit; I wanted to be mentally prepared as it is my least favorite thing in the world.  I was unable to prepare however because playing loudly next to me in a different stall was what appeared to be a risque movie. There were male grunts followed by female yelps both sounds of pleasure rather than sounds of pain.  When I realized what was going on, that was the moment that my stomach decided to force out what was ailing me. As soon as my act of misery was over, I heard the video immediately pause, the stall door swing open, and someone briskly walking out the bathroom door.  I proceeded to vomit one more time before calling it a day.

 

You always hear stories of people relieving themselves in public places but you never expect to have a front row seat.  I have to say that I did not enjoy hearing this any more than the gentleman probably enjoyed hearing me vomit. The way he left it seemed like he was embarrassed, interrupted, and disgusted all at the same time.  To all who read, if you decide to loudly pleasure yourself in a public place, don’t be upset if someone else decides to use that facility for something you may not want to hear.