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Last week’s “Scariest Moment Ever” was a swan-based monster movie that could have ended with me kick-boxing a majestic creature, but
instead ended with me walking away at a casual pace. This week’s “Scariest
Moment Ever” was more of the psychological thriller or crazed murderer variety.
As anyone who’s followed this blog
for more than a week or two knows, interesting things happen typically only to
me in one of two places, the gym or the bathroom. Sometimes both. Those are the
real doozies. Sadly, this one is set exclusively in the bathroom, so do
whatever you need to do to prepare yourself mentally for that.
In the interest of maintaining some
dignity and not grossing anyone out to completely, I’ll keep the scene-setting
to a minimum. Let’s just say, I was sitting in the bathroom at work, doing what
a man does in that position. I heard another party enter the restroom and relieve
himself at one of the urinals. I believe he washed his hands and then went for
the paper towels. So far, so good. This mysterious, hygienic stranger, utilized
the trashcan, presumably on his way out the door and then it happened: the lights
went out.
