streams of thought
staring at the tiled wall at the urinal my mind wanders aimlessly and I think about multiple random thoughts and absently mutter half phrases, comforted by my solitude, and as i turn to face the mirror to my horror I see feet under a silent stall and wonder … “did I just say anything out loud?”
and while im on the subject – peep the other scenario
more conscious now of surroundings, fellow coworker a few stalls down, my sense of hearing expecting the cadence of the 3 steps to the sink, the rush of water, the tug of the paper towels, the step 3 steps out and whoosh of air exiting the door.
but alas, just the whoosh.