Saturday, April 09, 2005
Glory Hole Nightmares
Jason sat in the stall, plop after plop, strain after strain, remembering that LAST time he used a public bathroom.
He was 7 years old. He was sent into the mens room by his mom at the local K-Mart to go "job" as she would call it: which meant, #2.
Jason went into the scary looking bathroom and entered one of the filthy stalls.
He put some paper on the seat gingerly, and pulled his shorts down and sat up on the pot. Looking around, he noticed all of the walls of the stall had writing. Lots of phone numbers. Lots of 4 letter words he didn't understand.
There WAS one thing though. A little hole in the wall. He heard a noise in the next stall and noticed someone through the hole. They were, what it seemed like to him, wrestling themselves between the legs, to put it mildly. The man suddenly stopped, looked into the hole at him and said, "Eat me".
To this day, Jason doesn't use public bathrooms, he thought to himself.
As if the nightmare was coming back into stark reality for him, Jason heard a small muffled moan at first coming from the stall next to him. The small moan then started to transform into baby babbling.
Who the fuck is in the next stall doing baby gibberish?
He slowly leaned down to look under the stall next to him and noticed two large sized feet with oversized, stained baby booties on them.
He looked back up and gulped.
He was 7 years old. He was sent into the mens room by his mom at the local K-Mart to go "job" as she would call it: which meant, #2.
Jason went into the scary looking bathroom and entered one of the filthy stalls.
He put some paper on the seat gingerly, and pulled his shorts down and sat up on the pot. Looking around, he noticed all of the walls of the stall had writing. Lots of phone numbers. Lots of 4 letter words he didn't understand.
There WAS one thing though. A little hole in the wall. He heard a noise in the next stall and noticed someone through the hole. They were, what it seemed like to him, wrestling themselves between the legs, to put it mildly. The man suddenly stopped, looked into the hole at him and said, "Eat me".
To this day, Jason doesn't use public bathrooms, he thought to himself.
As if the nightmare was coming back into stark reality for him, Jason heard a small muffled moan at first coming from the stall next to him. The small moan then started to transform into baby babbling.
Who the fuck is in the next stall doing baby gibberish?
He slowly leaned down to look under the stall next to him and noticed two large sized feet with oversized, stained baby booties on them.
He looked back up and gulped.
# posted by Trav @ 4/09/2005 04:26:00 PM 
