May 10, 2010
Okay, of course, you know how Oedipus runs from his fate, only to run right into his fate? Remember that?
I did that recently. Sort of.
Heading for the bathroom at work, I saw another guy coming down an adjacent aisle, obviously headed toward the bathroom. I quickened the pace, and since he was a good 20 years older than me, I was first to the door.
But I had a pang of conscience when I entered, partly because, as I’m sure you remember from previous pictures, our configuration is:
Sink Urinal Small Stall Big Stall
So someone was in the big stall, leaving the small stall and the urinal (and, I guess, the sink). And I thought, “I shouldn’t have out-sprinted that guy to the bathroom, bad form, I’ll give him the urinal, nobody really wants to use the small stall, I’ll take the small stall, no big deal, and by the way, How ’bout me? I’m a great guy, right?”
Or something like that.
But as I entered the small stall, he came into the bathroom, took one look, and did an instant U-Turn. Clearly he didn’t need the urinal, he needed a stall. Which, somehow, I hadn’t considered.
I guess I over-thought that one.