A couple weeks ago I left on holiday. I went to New Orleans and then on a cruise to Mexico. it was cool, and I could spin yarns about the trip all night long. i could put up a picture gallery too, if anyone is interested.
but that's not the point.
the point is knock before entering
I usually try to avoid airplane shitters, but sometimes the need to use one is unavoidable (Mexican Food). Such was the case one of my flights.
at the back of the plane there were 2 closet sized shitters. the sign on one said "occupied", and the sign on the other said "vacant". I pushed open the door on the vacant one and was greeted by this fat dude servicing himself (trenzterra, don't ask) he smiled at me. I mumbled "Sorry" and left in a hurry. He still didn't lock the door. I nearly snapped a picture for my gallery, but decided against it: i dont need that kind of thing embedded in memory, whether it be mine or my Camera's.
Why can't people lock the door? it was ----ing traumatizing, and I'm not making this up. When i found a bathroom that really was unoccupied, I noticed a print of a bare foot near the top of the mirror. A small foot. I dont know how it got there but I have a couple theories. all this was really ironic because I was reading the book "Choke" (by the guy who wrote Fight Club) and that book makes mention of the exact thing happening in planes.
for the rest of the flight i was suspicious of everyone. A nice airline meal would have made me feel better, but all i got were a package of pretzels and a napkin.
I hate air travel
but that's not the point.
the point is knock before entering
I usually try to avoid airplane shitters, but sometimes the need to use one is unavoidable (Mexican Food). Such was the case one of my flights.
at the back of the plane there were 2 closet sized shitters. the sign on one said "occupied", and the sign on the other said "vacant". I pushed open the door on the vacant one and was greeted by this fat dude servicing himself (trenzterra, don't ask) he smiled at me. I mumbled "Sorry" and left in a hurry. He still didn't lock the door. I nearly snapped a picture for my gallery, but decided against it: i dont need that kind of thing embedded in memory, whether it be mine or my Camera's.
Why can't people lock the door? it was ----ing traumatizing, and I'm not making this up. When i found a bathroom that really was unoccupied, I noticed a print of a bare foot near the top of the mirror. A small foot. I dont know how it got there but I have a couple theories. all this was really ironic because I was reading the book "Choke" (by the guy who wrote Fight Club) and that book makes mention of the exact thing happening in planes.
for the rest of the flight i was suspicious of everyone. A nice airline meal would have made me feel better, but all i got were a package of pretzels and a napkin.
I hate air travel
