Down in the deep of the Jack-in-the-Box restrooms

Timmy went to the bathroom and I waited for him to get out so I could do the same. At the time, I thought it was a one per person bathroom. I was wrong.

Timmy was taking a while so I walked in the bathroom and then regretted that fully. To put it differently, “BAD CHESS MOVE!”

There was this guy who greeted me in the bathroom calling me officer. I looked at Timmy and he just stared back trying not to laugh. He asked me if I would like to use the toilet and offered me one. My first assumption, for whatever reason, was that he was a towel boy. As I had more time to think about it, I thought that would be absurd due to the fact that we’re at Jack-in-the-Box….in Hollywood. I then noticed he was calling everyone in the bathroom officer and telling them that’s it’s good for the boys to get 25 to life.

I didn’t know what to do so I just agreed.

I got too uncomfortable to pee so I pretended to pee in the stool because I felt he would be persistent on me peeing and I didn’t want him to have to do that. I also gave in to pretending because, well, I wasn’t alone in there so I guess didn’t fear a rape abreuin’.

Timmy and I then went on our marry way to go watch “2001: A Space Odyssey.”