Well, at least it fell on the floor.
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fancycwabsRemember PaRappa The Rapper?? In it, PaRappa makes his girlfriend a seafood cake for a picnic, and afterward it doesn't agree with him, so he has to make an emergency stop at a toilet where he's forced to rap to move up in the line, or suffer the catastrophe that involves multicolored bowels and a rocket launching. While they're still in the car, driving to the public restroom, with him wincing in pain and gritting his teeth, his girlfriend thinks about how "manly" he looks.
Our secret code for the sudden, overwhelming need to go to the bathroom from that point forward has been to describe outselves as feeling "manly."
I was in the bookstore yesterday afternoon, and something I'd eaten at lunch (I guess) triggered that feeling, so I went to relieve myself. Just as I was about to leave the stall, I heard the sound of another person coming into the bathroom. He was talking to himself, saying, "I'm gon' clean this bitch out," and occupied the stall next to mine. I head the sounds of him shuffling to undo his pants.
Then his 9mm semi-automatic pistol fell on the bathroom floor, with a clatter. The part of me that makes funny statements was longing to say something, but the part of me that doesn't like to get shot vetoed the measure and I left, moving out to a spot in the bookstore where I could get a look at the guy should anything untoward happen later on. He left the restroom just as a young mother was about to take her five-year-old son into one of the restrooms. I presume the kid was old enough to tend to his own business in a room with one exit, but I'd gotten worried about them as they were approaching the area until I saw that the armed guy had left.
He was thin, appeared to be in his twenties, dressed in very loose clothing which effectively concealed the weapon, glasses, short hair, and met his associate who was standing on the opposite side of the four foot high bookshelf from me, perusing either the Soduku puzzle books or the videogame strategy guides. They exchanged words about the store "not having it," and left.
Our secret code for the sudden, overwhelming need to go to the bathroom from that point forward has been to describe outselves as feeling "manly."
I was in the bookstore yesterday afternoon, and something I'd eaten at lunch (I guess) triggered that feeling, so I went to relieve myself. Just as I was about to leave the stall, I heard the sound of another person coming into the bathroom. He was talking to himself, saying, "I'm gon' clean this bitch out," and occupied the stall next to mine. I head the sounds of him shuffling to undo his pants.
Then his 9mm semi-automatic pistol fell on the bathroom floor, with a clatter. The part of me that makes funny statements was longing to say something, but the part of me that doesn't like to get shot vetoed the measure and I left, moving out to a spot in the bookstore where I could get a look at the guy should anything untoward happen later on. He left the restroom just as a young mother was about to take her five-year-old son into one of the restrooms. I presume the kid was old enough to tend to his own business in a room with one exit, but I'd gotten worried about them as they were approaching the area until I saw that the armed guy had left.
He was thin, appeared to be in his twenties, dressed in very loose clothing which effectively concealed the weapon, glasses, short hair, and met his associate who was standing on the opposite side of the four foot high bookshelf from me, perusing either the Soduku puzzle books or the videogame strategy guides. They exchanged words about the store "not having it," and left.
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Date: 2006-06-25 05:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-26 01:13 am (UTC)Also, I have fond memories of PaRappa, although I personally sucked at it.
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Date: 2006-06-26 01:21 am (UTC)