Mr. Spooky Scary Bathroom Man
I HATE it when Males use the Women's Restroom to take car of their bodily functions.
The Music is ruined: gone are the sweet trills, the crescendos light as air, all overwhelmed now by brutish blasts of rude dissonance.
Times change. It is bittersweet to think that I may be the last one to have heard The Music in its uncorrupted state, the last to hear the purity of women alone, singing their Body Song.
Now I might as well just stare at their heels below the stall walls, silently admire their toes and the panties around their ankles, and masturbate.
Oh, for more innocent times...
I am Laslo.