I'm not normal. Not to weird either.
Comparatively speaking, I try not adhere to social norms or do what's expected in any given situation.
I constantly bring up inappropriate things, not usually in mixed company, but sometimes. Like at my birthday when I was talking about those bummy folks that walked underneath I-5 to run a train on the woman who followed them back there.
However, there are some places that are sacred. The Men's public restrooms being one them.
You don't make eye contact with anyone in there, and you certainly don't talk to them unless certain that you know the only other person in the room.
This "gentleman" in the stall next to mine was making that ever so soft shushushshush repetitive noise. This has been going on at varying speeds for the past couple minutes.
As I see it there are three options:
1. jacking off
2. rubbing blood/another bio-hazardous material out of his clothing
3. wiping poo physically back into his butthole.
Right now I'm hearing someone come into the restroom from my stall and I need to leave so that I'm not confused as to being the one who is masturbating.
I'm going to give him the, "WTF is going on in there?" look on my way out, but not talk...never talk.
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