The John

Ok, so this may be pretty strange, i just felt like someone might appreciate my experience with the bathrooms at A.C. Flora.

First of all, i am not a huge fan of public restrooms, but the ones at A.C. Flora are especially gross.

So, one day, i was in one of the stalls, and i looked at the same picture on the back of the stall door that i must see about every day. it's a jack-o- lantern looking thing with a smirk on it's face. Next to the picture are the words: pass it on. As i said before, i've seen this picture maybe a hundred times, but it wasn't until the other day that i realized, that the picture is not in fact a jack-o- lantern, but a bomb. I just had never notice the little fuss at the top before.

Well, i figured that picture had been on that stall door for about a year, so i just kind of ignored it, but decided to use different stalls from now on. The next day, i was again in the bathroom, and looked up to see that same smirk looking at me.

ok, i thought, this person has hit up a couple of these stalls.

However, the person had hit up a few more stalls than i had thought, because the day after that i was downstairs in that same building, and saw, yet again the smiling bomb.

However, instead of it's normal caption, another line was added:

pass it on... or not, the choice is yours.

ok, so somebodies got jokes...

i haven't really decided if it bothers me... but more than likely, it's just somebody tryin to be funny.

Ok, now, today, i had a pretty different experience. I was in one of our really old buildings, and went into the bathroom. Immediatly i'm hit with a wall of cigarette smoke. i looked around, didn't see anyone, so i figured that someone must have just been smoking earlier that period. well, as i was trying to shut the stall door (which was not easy because the door is constantly getting stuck) this girl says, "how hard is it to shut that damn door?!"

so i wasn't alone. frustrated that i was in this position because of our crappy bathrooms, i didn't answer her, figuring the question was rhetorical.

however, the voice did not take my silence as an answer.

"Helloooo?"

so i just told her that the door had gotten stuck and that was all.

she took that answer and asked me what class i was in.

"Buisness Law" i told her.

Then she asked me if i was "a sophomore... o wait... freshman right?"

nope. senior.

"what's your name?"

sophie.

"white or black?"

white.

"good."

???

"sophie let me tell you something, don't start smoking... its a really bad habit and you can't stop."

alright.

"before you leave, do you wanna have a hit."

uhhh......no. so i as i was leaving, out of pure habit, i said, "i out, see ya later."

"i don't even know who you are." was her response.

and then it was quite as i struggled to un-jam the stall door.

I tried so hard not to laugh on my way out. That was such an odd conversation for where i was at, and yet, it added so much humor to my day. Throughout the entire duration of our dialogue, i had felt like i was being interviewed. but it was enjoyable. so maybe the fact that our bathrooms are in bad condition is not such a bad thing, because obviously it's a pretty good conversation starter...