So i'll just start saying whatever comes to my mind - and here is the first thing. Bathrooms.
In the downstairs of Benson, there are bathrooms for women and men and the end of the hall by the AS office. At first glance they are very nice (I assume the women's bathrooms are nice). There are rows of sinks with laser sensitive faucets, paper towels are always in stock, the bathrooms are clean, and spacious.
But as any guy who has used these bathrooms knows, there is a problem - In each stall are Mark Foleyish comments scribbled into the walls about how to get a BJ in the handicapped stall. HAHA - But I'm not joking, its weird.
The truth of the writing on the wall is somewhat irrelevant - and I'll tell you its pretty graphic and detailed - there are listed instructions for how this activity is supposed to take place. So it gets pretty weird when you're sitting in a stall, minding your own business, and someone comes in and takes one, maybe the one next to you - because this writing starts to make you paranoid. You think, "Is that the person writing all this?" or "Am I about to be assaulted in this isolated bathroom?" You never know, because no one talks about these bathrooms. This is why the truth doesn't matter - the uncertainty hints at the possibility of truth and that puts all these paranoid Mark Foley I'm-tapping-my-foot-in-an-airport-bathroom thoughts circulating through your mind - it becomes terrifying.
I can't just say to the person relieving himself, "Hey, did you write all the BJ talk in the bathroom stalls?" That would be (a) very likely incorrect and (b) rude and (c) out of place and (d) awkward. But, someone has to say something - So I'll say it here, even if no one has a clue as to what I'm talking about or thinks I'm crazy. If you don't believe me - go look and see.
However, I will continue to use the bathrooms, because they are very clean, rarely used, and not that far from where I work.
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