I walked into the bathroom at Mason today, assuming I was alone (oh this sounds so scandalous).
However, in the next stall over I hear sounds. I peed, flushed and went to wash my hands. By this time someone else had joined me and the mystery restroomer.
As I washed my hands, and though about how funny it was that the lady that had just walked in graped a toilet seat cover then sat her wallet on the floor. I began to winder if the mystery person was dying.
I fixed my hands and the confused about germs user left the stall, cleaned up and looked that the remaining closed door where remaining restroom user had confined themselves.
“Are you okay?” she asked, receiving a foreign reply. “Would you like me to go get you some help? I can find someone from student health service for you…”
The door finally opened as I stood there watching, amazed at this ladies kind hearted jester. An employee stepped out, hard to understand we got that she was fine, sick from the cold environment and something from work but fine. That all she had to do was vomit.
The door closed and silently we walked out. I have already told you random kind restroom person that you are a good person, but I just felt it should be stated again. All I was going to do was offer her a wisp for when she was done.