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Writing - It's a Disease - Writing - It's a Disease - Writing - It's a Disease
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Writing - It's a Disease - Writing - It's a Disease - Writing - It's a Disease
Urinals, we all have grown to love them. The ability
to not have to sit down to get a quick leak out has warmed the
hearts of many a male adolescant. But sometimes, experiences
in urinals can ruin one's whole perspective on the lovely
pieces of technology.
My experience I am about to share really did happen.
It took place a few weeks ago, and only now am I courageous
enough to share this horrible tragedy with the world. I had
to build up my strength, for when you hear the story you will
understand.
It was a typically average day, and I was in the boys'
gym locker room. I felt the familiar urge, and I proceeded
toward the bathroom area. When I arrived there, I found a
person using the left urinal, a person using the right urinal,
and the middle urinal unoccupied. Three people were standing
around, seemingly waiting to use the urinals. Why, I
pondered, were they standing around to use a urinal when one
is open and ready for buisness? I proceeded with caution to
the middle urinal.
When I got there, and began to unzip my bugle boy
jeans, the guy at the right urinal finished up and left. The
guy on the left urinal looked at me strangely, than said, "Can
you move over?"
Needless to say, I had already begun my little task.
I wasn't about to walk a foot and pee all over the bathroom.
I said politely, "Excuse me?". He replied, "Can you move
over? I cannot pee with you next to me." He then walked
backward a few steps. I had no choice but to tell him the
honest truth. "I'm sort of busy at the moment. Give me a few
seconds." I told him as I finished up.
After doing my little wiggle, to get the little extra
urine off my wee-wee, I zipped up my bugle boy jeans and
stepped back. The guy then went back to the left urinal and
started to ... well ... urinate.
Now, what most people don't seem to understand is a
man's urinal is his secret spot. He finally has some peace
and quiet there while he does his buisness. And this guy, who
broke my concentration by talking to me, he entirely changed
my perception of reality. How will I ever pee in a public
place again? Sigh. Life is hard.
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