i have been debating the necessity of this for some time, and tonight it was decided for me.
so i spent the first 42 hours of spring break in my house. after returning from synagogue on thursday night, like a good jewish boy, i didn't leave until saturday afternoon. my brother just got back from an internship at texas monthly magazine, and he hadn't seen juno. so, the three of us, my step mom, brother and I, piled into the car and headed to the theater.
now, on any other day, we would have gone around the corner to the big kerasotes theater, but today, we drove to the one screen 'catlow' theater in barrington. and of course, we had to stop at the famous boloney's sandwich shop next door. they poisoned me.
i had a bad feeling from the get go when i had to duck through this little arched passage way from the theater lobby to get into the 1970's decor hole in the wall of a sandwich shop. my frugal step mom made sure that we order our soda's from boloney's in order to take advantage of the 25¢ refills. so, from the 'best of the 90s' lifetime compilation vhs playing on the 17" tv built into the paneled wall to the woman shouting 'who has the chicken of the sea and the egg salad' repeatedly until the couple in the corner finally owned up to there order, i can honestly say i experienced boloney's.
well, so i thought. about half way through the movie, my third time, my stomach began to churn. i shifted in my pleather and velvet chair and that was that. nope, about five minutes later, i realized i would have to face my fear--public bathrooms. i snuck out of the movie as best i could and made a bee line for the men's room. of course, it fit right in with the retched place. one stall, two urinals, and some off white tiles. it was time to f
ace my fears. luckily no one else was inside when i arrived, and i was able to slip into the stall unnoticed.[censored in good taste]
so, 5 minutes and two flushes later, i thought i was home-free. then he came in. mind you, i did a number in there and the lack of ventilation was no help, so i can only imagine walking in to the bathroom at this point. i remained in the stall, waiting for my fellow catlow goer to exit, minding my own business. after hearing him wash up, i was buttoning up, and, well, it happened.
this man had the nerve to airbomb me with the dried up air freshener from the other end of the bathroom. i was speechless.
all jokes aside, that is when i decided to finally start my blogging career. with a whole week to put myself in awkward situations, i should have plenty to write about. i am in the process of finding other writers, but check back every day and i, or someone else, will have a new post. thanks! enjoy!
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