Driving along in my truck yesterday, in this primo fall weather, everything seemed merry and bright. Something was amiss though, as it usually is after lunch. My bowels are famous for unpredictable instability, and that turkey burger coated in Chaka's Mmmmm sauce and Campbell's Cream of Mushroom that I had for lunch finally catalysed to make an uncontainable human thermite-like substance.
Quickly scan the database for shitting safehouses. This list includes my house, most Starbucks', newer office buildings, freshly pumped porta-potties, and REI. Yes, it has been my experience that REI usually has a quality restroom with good cleanliness, and a nice big ADA-compliant stall that is larger than my bathroom at home. In Reno it has a nice orange smell that puts me at ease.
Walk in and I'm accosted by no less than 3 REI employees in serial who eagerly want to answer my questions about the items that I'm pretending to browse on my way back to the restroom.
So, I make to the stall and unleash my fury, bathroom slay3d, etc, yada, yada, yada. Yesterday was not the point of this story. It only uncovered a repressed memory from 10 years ago. It gave me shivers.
Location: Eugene, OR REI
Year: 1996
I had made my periodic sojourn to Eugene from Corvallis to visit my girlfriend who was going to college at U of O, and these visit always included a stop at REI to check stuff out. On this day my stop included my natural urge to purge, so I took full advantage of the quality REI restroom.
There I am, sitting nobely on the throne, lost in thought, no carved graffiti to read on the nice REI stall, just me and my dreams of outdoor activities, when somebody comes in to use the facilities. My ears detect the sound of urination, a quick hand washing, the door opens, then everything went black.
The fucker had turned out the lights. There were no natural light sources in this restroom, and it was pitch fucking black. Did he do it on purpose? I dunno, sounds like something I would do to a buddy as a joke. But, I wouldn't do it to a stranger unless they deserved it. My karma was pretty clean, this is was bullshit.
I'm not some sort of Navy seal or the Brad Pitt character from Spygame, so I don't usually make a habit of visually memorizing the layout of a bathroom I am about to slay. I had to finish shitting(why pinch it off?), find the toilet paper, wipe my ass using only my tactile senses (no visual confirmation of completion), all the while obeying my obsessive neurosis about touching bathroom "juice." You know, it's the invisble layer of gelatinized urine that one must assume is on every surface, even in the nice REI bathroom.
I bumped and stumbled my way out to the sink, where I washed my hands in the dark. Sure, hindsight is 20/20 and I should have just found the lightswitch and turned it on, but I was determined to prevail in the dark and that didn't really occur to me.
I made it out, I can shit in the dark in a strange place. I never got visual on the guy who turned the lights out on me, lucky for himNot sure what I would have done other than confront him and tell him what it's like to shit in the pitch dark.
So, while in the Reno REI bathroom yesterday, I had just finished washing my hands when I spied the lightswitch, and this whole flashback occurred. I tested it. Lights go out, it's pitch fucking black in there.
Keep this one in your bag of tricks. Not recommended for use on bosses, father-in-laws, or officers of the law. The real piece de resistance would be to pull it on multiple victims. It would be shitting in the dark chaos.
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