So the boys are in the bathroom and are taking forever. S___ comes back from the bathroom to report that his hands are still wet and needs a napkin two wipe them because there was something weird going on on the bathroom. Well, of course us girls want to know what it was cause very rarely do weird things go on in the women's room [alcohol-fueled debauchery on the weekends downtown is de riguer-Ed.].
S___ says there was a guy in there, standing in front of the hand dryer (the unit was not on), his pants around his ankles, holding his junk. Just standing there. Obviously, S___ couldn't dry his hands. We debated for a minute what he could possibly be doing, but then J___ came back to the table.
J___ confirmed that he saw the same thing. However, exiting after S____ allowed him to realize the guy was standing there taking a dump in the wastebasket located right next to, you guessed it, the hand dryer. He couldn't wait for S____ and J___ to finish in the stalls and used the waste can instead.
We kept chatting about it even when the guy came and sat down at the table next to us. J___was sure that if we didn't shut up he was going to get beat up.
I asked if the guy was wearing a suit, 'cause that would have been priceless. Sis confirmed that it was just some dude in business-casual Dockers and a polo. He was a cube-dweller wearing an employee badge of one of the larger financial presences in downtown. Classy.
And I had to listen to all the rednecks talk about "all them weirdos" coming into town on Thursday. To all of you afraid of "weirdos" from GenCon, I say: Don't worry so much. We apparently already have plenty of our own.
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