Bathroom Ethics Fail
Emily and I are currently camping in Nickerson State Park on Cape Cod. It's a huge campground with hundreds of sites, and even past peak season it's nearly at capacity. There just a few building with showers for the entire campground. The other night I visited one of them for the first time.
Inside, three shower stalls lined the back wall. Only one other person was in the men's room, and he was in the middle of the three stalls. "Fish," I thought to myself as I, seeing no other option, selected the cleaner of the two adjacent stalls.
With nothing better to think about as I showered, I contemplated his serious breach of bathroom ethics. Every man deserving of the name knows that when three adjacent stalls/urinals are available, you take one of the ones on the end so that should a second man enter, he doesn't have to stand/sit immediately next to you. Only the most conniving, under-handed homosexual would do otherwise.
It was at about this time that I noticed four more, completely empty shower stalls on the opposite wall and realized the gravity of my error. While casting aspersions upon this other gentleman's bathroom ethics, I'd committed a far more egregious breach myself. Despite a room full of empty stalls, I'd selected the one that brought me into closest proximity to his wet, naked body. If was now standing over in his stall contemplating what a creepy, possibly dangerous sexual deviant I must be, well, he could hardly be blamed.