Nightmare in the Toilets
So. After dropping Narrisch and Dr. Lorimer at the Seattle Union Station, Rian started to walk back across the city streets to Uwajimaya, where Rian had left the car parked. I stopped, however, along the way, deciding that before the long non stop Speed over the mountains, Rian needed A) a large glug of Chai and B) the loo.
There was a Tulley's Coffee just between the train tracks and the asian market. Rian asked to use their loo. The young man behind the counter offered Rian a large plastic coffee mug attached to a Swiper Key.
"Go into the building and take a right at the first hall."
So Rian did, exiting Tulley's through a back door and wandering into what was apparently a joing office building. There was a nicely marked bathroom door with a nicely flashing swiper. Rian swiped. The door popped open. Rian wandered in, past a sink and a urinal and two stalls.
The door closed behind Rian with an electronic thump.
The first stall was occupied. Rian took the next. The pair of shoes on the floor next door were black and shiny and very very flat on the ground and still.
And quiet. Veeeery quiet.
Until Rian locked the stall door and the Gentleman started gasping and moaning.
Rian froze. As I told Dr. Lorimer and Narrisch earlier, Rian does not SPEAK to people in public loos. Rian does Business politely and elegantly and exits. Some things are not for Sharing.
The Gentleman next door was definetly Sharing. Loudly. With great huffings and puffings and sounds that truly did not belong amongst the echoing toilet walls.
"Do I call 911?" Rian wondered silently, still frozen in place. "Ask gently if he needs aid? Offer a handkerchief and a new porno magazine?"
And then Rian remembered that the only way to get INTO the loo was with a Swiper, and the Swiper was IN amongst the toilets with Rian and the Grunting Gentleman.
Rian is not terribly brave. Rian fled, un...eh...unrelieved. Rian returned the swiper. Ordered a chai. And drove 300 plus miles home in four hours to the comfort and safety of Mine Own Toilet.
There was a Tulley's Coffee just between the train tracks and the asian market. Rian asked to use their loo. The young man behind the counter offered Rian a large plastic coffee mug attached to a Swiper Key.
"Go into the building and take a right at the first hall."
So Rian did, exiting Tulley's through a back door and wandering into what was apparently a joing office building. There was a nicely marked bathroom door with a nicely flashing swiper. Rian swiped. The door popped open. Rian wandered in, past a sink and a urinal and two stalls.
The door closed behind Rian with an electronic thump.
The first stall was occupied. Rian took the next. The pair of shoes on the floor next door were black and shiny and very very flat on the ground and still.
And quiet. Veeeery quiet.
Until Rian locked the stall door and the Gentleman started gasping and moaning.
Rian froze. As I told Dr. Lorimer and Narrisch earlier, Rian does not SPEAK to people in public loos. Rian does Business politely and elegantly and exits. Some things are not for Sharing.
The Gentleman next door was definetly Sharing. Loudly. With great huffings and puffings and sounds that truly did not belong amongst the echoing toilet walls.
"Do I call 911?" Rian wondered silently, still frozen in place. "Ask gently if he needs aid? Offer a handkerchief and a new porno magazine?"
And then Rian remembered that the only way to get INTO the loo was with a Swiper, and the Swiper was IN amongst the toilets with Rian and the Grunting Gentleman.
Rian is not terribly brave. Rian fled, un...eh...unrelieved. Rian returned the swiper. Ordered a chai. And drove 300 plus miles home in four hours to the comfort and safety of Mine Own Toilet.
posted by La Tulipe | 10:42 PM
4 Comments:
*laughs* Oh that's so embarrassing...
I still would have done my business before fleeing...
"Rian asked to use their loo. The young man behind the counter offered Rian a large plastic coffee mug "
Myo momentarily stopped reading at that point, quite startled.
And it distracted myo from the rest of the story. Which was probably fortunate.
"I still would have done my business before fleeing...
- ktf"
... or she could have taken the large plastic coffee mug with her as a porta-loo.
I am in awe of Rian's bladder and willpower. I even go to the loo before my half-hour bike ride home, just in case.
Bladder of Steele, thy name is mine own.
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