T r a u m a t i z e d

I'm not sure if I could ever walk into that restroom anymore. Earlier today as I walked in the restroom, an unsavory character was right behind me. As if the mere thought of standing next to him at the urinal wasn't disgusting enough, I saw him walking into one of the stalls. My zipper was open, my pee was mid air in a not so perfect projectile motion -there was no turning back for me. I put all my might into it -to finish the act and get the hell out of there before I had to hear him unload the crap. But it was too late. Before I could even flush my urinal to muffle the forthcoming unwelcome noises from the stall, there was this god awful sound echoing in the restroom. I frantically reached to flush the urinal with one hand and tried to zip up with the other -but there was nothing I could do to stop those noises. I was gasping for air, I had to get out of there, I had to get the fuck out of there and get some air. I made it out but I don't know if I could get over such a traumatizing experience anytime soon.

This is it, it could not get any worse than it is today. I had to hear 'JH' SHIT.

Just kill me.