Then he asked me a question, “How do you do it”
“He is asking me how I take a shit,” I thought to myself, a bit shocked, and thought further “What a personal question.”
“Pardon? I asked, incredulously.
“How do you do it?” he said and this time I heard what he said.
“How do I do it,” I said looking at him in some earnest and he nodded, looking back and forth between me and the toilet, “Well the best way to explain is that when a daddy loves a mommy …”
Suddenly he heard, in his mind, the question he’d asked. His face blistered with heat and he rushed to a stall. The guy standing at the urinal was laughing so hard that he said through his laughter, “Shit, I’m going to piss on my shoes.”
Me? I was just happy that I had a new answer to that question, “How do you do it, really , how?”
Can’t wait for the next person.