Misfire
June 8th, 2018
Me, Brenda, and a friend who was in town went to see Deadpool 2: Electric Boogaloo after work, which was a special treat because a) we rarely go to the theater of late, b) I typically have to wait for super hero movies to come out on disc before I can watch them, and c) because I couldn't stop laughing throughout the film, aside from the part where they kick you in the feels.
Right after, I had to take care of some vital business, in the form of unloading all that soda I imbibed before, during, and after the viewing. So I went into the restroom, and there were two dudes looking extra shifty, as always seems to be the case when I have to use public facilities. So I assumed a spot at the urinal against the wall, looked straight ahead, and let go.
Out of the corner of my eye, I immediately saw the guy next to me wrench his head towards my equipment. I already have problems doing my business around other people to begin with, and knowing this guy was transfixed on my junk amplified my normal restroom anxiety. I resisted the urge to say something obnoxious, and did my level best to ignore the guy.
So he left, I finished what I went there to do, and then realized what had happened. Apparently, my aim was off, and as I panicked before the urinal, I didn't look down in time to see that I'd dumped a quart or so of fluid on the floor! No wonder the guy next to me couldn't help but look, because after six surgeries to fix a blocked urethra, my bladder expels fluid with a truly frightening amount of force.
And it has a frightening amount of storage capacity for that fluid.
So, uh, apologies to whoever had to clean that up. And, in hindsight, for this rant.
Note to self: fix the aboce link sometime!