Lately
I’ve been hanging out with a (Korean) colleague who’s cool as all hell, and
will be guest lecturing at my class.
Me
and him were at the student bar going over his planned lecture and some other
people joined us, and then we all ended up talking about bars and I mentioned
this bar I had been at in Milwaukee when I had lived there for the summer, a really old school
run-down gay bar on the edge of an industrial district.
It
was very small and I went with some classmates to there for the bar’s 30th
anniversary party, and when I went to the restroom to piss, the restroom was very
small, just a two-by-two area in front of the door with a urinal right next to the
sink and then on the other side of that a stall that was up one step from the
floor, and through which I could see 2 sets of old man feet, both facing the
toilet.
(I assume the guy closest was bending over it.)
Then,
I hear one of the guys whisper, “What’s your name?”.
In
any case, I had always assumed that I was overhearing pillow talk of anonymous
restroom sex, but my (Korean) colleague had a different interpretation of the story,
and thought that they were talking to me in order to get me to join in.
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