Getting hit on in the men's room at work
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I have to answer nature's call around 5:30-ish, so I go to get in the stall and do my business. Next stall over, I noticed as I walked in that the door is closed but there's no sound coming from there (you know, grunting, piss hitting the water, anything). I begin to wonder if anyone's there or if it's another one of those situations where someone managed to shut the door but leave (a typical occurance at W-D). So I peek under, just enough to see if I see feet. There's someone in there, wearing "old people" blue shoes with no laces or anything.
So I go back to my business, and suddenly I hear the sound of ripping paper. I look down to see a leathery old hand nudging a note under the stall wall. It says, and I quote:
"If you want to get sucked, I'll be back in five minutes." ![]()
Dude leaves (I hear him shuffling off, further supporting my hypothesis based on the shoes that he's not a spring chicken), and I hurry to get the hell out of there (thankfully I'm done) ![]()
I mean, there's all sorts of "I wanna suck some dick" grafetti on the walls of the Ingles bathroom, but no one takes it seriously. But apparently someone does. Ingles is apparently the gay-sex hangout for the tri-county area ![]()
All of which means...I will exercise extreme caution every time I have to do more than piss ![]()
Anyway, it'd be flattering...if it weren't disgusting ![]()
