In honour of the weird cult following that grew up around this post about a rather unfortunate (if amusing) even that occured to me in a high school washroom, I hereby regale you with another tale involving the bloody odd things that happen to me in washrooms.
I am pleased to present…
Urine, Blood, and Wanton Violence
The pointless preamble, but necessary explanation at how the following situation could actually occur.
I am not a small person. I stand at a perfectly normal and average height of 6 foot 5 inches, and am by no scale “light” or “thin”. It is near impossible to confuse me for something that has those two qualities, though I suppose I could strap a flashlight to me head and stoned people might mistake me for a strangely shaped lamp post. (more…)