Yesterday, I walked into fourth floor men's room and discovered a gentleman standing in the stall of last resort, engaged in a little number one action.
Both urinals were open for business (no waiting) and yet this fellow decided to head into the stall and make his pee pee there.
Interesting. And curious.
Why does a guy forgo the devil-may-care breeziness of a urinal for the more serious confines of the business chamber? Antisocial? Performance anxiety?
Is he anti-urinal? Or is he just extremely pro-stall?
Did he have a bad experience where a colleague tried to make conversation at the urinal but he's a "I-need-to-focus-on-what-I'm-doing" kind of guy and so he adopted a new routine?
Was he at a urinal and somebody looked over, looked down and made some sort of comment about his physiology? (I mean, past experience suggests that we do work among men who are built...differently.)
I, for one, wanted to know this man's story. But I could not ask. He was sealed away. Apart. Distant. Alone.