ow-a-days you can't hardly throw a dead chicken across the countryside without hitting some guy who wants to take off all his clothes in the restroom. This actually happened * to me today!
So, anyway, I was driving down I-205 and realized that I needed to make a "pit stop" in order to keep my pants unsoiled. You know how that goes. Toilets, I've learned, are way under-rated. So, I faithfully engaged my turn signal—or should I say, I tried to engage said signal, only to realize that it had been on for who-knows-how-many-miles. Once I safely swerved across three lanes of traffic, I exited the freeway in search of a place to pee (and possibly poop, but I don't really want to get into the details if you don't mind).
Fortunately for me (and my bladder/bowels/underwear/car/passenger), directly off the exit I found an establishment that actually sported a restroom. But even more amazing was the fact that my driving companion and I actually found ourselves in Wanker's Corner! Who knew? (Well, Yours Truly should have known, since I've had my MuscleStimulus/MusclePla.net/BuffMuscles.com empire headquartered there since dirt. But my memory loss and geographical challenges are a whole nother story.) Needless to say, I was ebullient as I jumped out of my Maserati® and made my way to the powder room.
But, guess what I saw once I shoved my way pass the paparazzi, into the can? Today's guy! All nekkid and stuff! More importantly, all muscular and stuff! I cleared my throat, and as I brushed (as close as possible) by him, I said, "Pardon me, sir. I just need to use a stall." Then, as I made my way into the nearest one, I turned back and smiled, "You wouldn't care to join me, would you?"
*Some, or all of today's "facts" have been manufactured for your reading pleasure. (Think: "Fake News.") ;)