Tonight I had my fiction class at UVA. It was great, as usual, but I was drinking a forty of Hurricane during workshop and consequently had to take frequent trips to the restroom. It was actually a twenty of Diet Doctor Pepper. I was alone in the restroom when I heard a very loud pair of shoes barge in and loiter in front of my stall door, where I was actively urinating. The hinges on the door allowed for a lot of peeping space, and I nervously ducked down because the intruder was obviously checking me out through the cracks. Then the person went into the stall next to mine. I saw white tennis shoes and socks facing the toilet under the division. I heard a male voice murmuring to the bowl, but no liquid or flush, and then suddenly the person stomped out without washing his hands. The whole incident took less than half a minute. I tried to finish up quickly so I could catch the culprit, but DDP creates a long stream. A female classmate entered the bathroom as I was exiting the stall, feeling very violated.
“Did you see someone leaving?” I said. “I think a man was just in here.”
“Oh yeah,” she said. “I think it was___(another classmate). He was in here last week too.”
I furiously washed my hands and returned to the classroom, where __’s complacent white tennis shoes confirmed my suspicions. Not wanting to embarrass the guy, but also really wanting to embarrass him, I said, “Hey __. Were you just in the women’s bathroom?”
“Oh, was I?” he said, unapologetically. “Yeah maybe. I get them mixed up all the time.” Evidently the little skirt on the bathroom door says nothing to this guy except “Lift me up.”
That’s no accident. So did he have a “wide stance”? 🙂 Maybe all the women in class should wait in the restroom for him next week. Let us know what happens. 🙂
Did you tell the professor? That is totally freakish. Good for you for confronting him – but I’d take it a step further.
This reminds me of the story I heard about the peeping tom at McIntire Park who followed women into the bathrooms – and the softball team started peeing with baseball bats. I wonder what ever happened with that?
I hope he got a good look at your v shaped pisser. I think its a hot story and I would be checking you out as well. Why not put on a show.