10/30/09
The bathroom is, generally speaking, not hysterical. This is exactly why I was laughing so hard.
I went up to a urinal and I was the only person in the bathroom. I was talking to myself in my head and began to make fun of myself. One of the things I said caught even me off guard (tricky, but it happens) and I smirked about it.
I realized it would look very odd if someone walked in right at that moment. Me, smirking, standing at the urinal.
This made me grin.
I couldn’t shake it. When I went to wash my hands I saw myself in the mirror and starting laughing even harder – not good. I couldn’t stop picturing someone walking in and seeing me, by myself in the bathroom, cheesing it big time.
I didn’t have to picture it very long – because someone walked in right when I was leaving.
Thinking quickly, I played the part of a guy who couldn’t be happier to have his bladder relieved and I said, “phew” (while still cracking up).
I can’t guarantee it, but I’m pretty sure I’m the smoothest guy who ever lived.

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