I made the bold move to go to White Castle tonight for some food things.
Well – imagine my level of terror when a verbal altercation started between the man that came in asking if he could use the bathroom and the guy behind the counter – who wouldn’t let the guy use the bathroom without buying something first.
Where does the terror come in?
Well – the terror reared it’s ugly head when the bathroom guy started to leave the restaurant. About halfway to the door, he stopped and – while muttering to himself – he just started peeing on the trashcan . . .
There were 18 people in the restaurant and only one person had any reaction other than to stare at their feet and pretend that the world was a normal place. That one person was this gigantic guy – who was squeezed into a booth – who just kept yelling “DAMN!” over and over.
Even though my stomach had left me – I had already paid for the food. So – when my number was called – I grabbed my morsels and quickly skirted past the defiled area.
I’m pretty positive that I won’t be crossing the pee grounds to the pee drawbridge to go over the pee moat to enter the pee castle again for quite some time.
I mean seriously . . .