A thought occurred to me while I was standing at the urinal today: why are men’s bathrooms such solemn and somber places? While I was in there, two guys were in the stalls (separate stalls, you pervs) and another guy at a urinal. You could hear a pin drop… or anything else, for that matter. It’s always like that. Granted, there’s something a little unsettling about chatting up another guy while you’re handling your junk, but think how different the world would be if we brought the same enthusiasm to a trip to the bathroom as we do, say, a football game…
There would be grunting and cheering. If you created a particularly foul odor, you might get some boos. Set a new record for speed of hand washing or length of your stay at the urinal? HIGH FIVES! After you wash your hands, of course.
People wouldn’t avoid #2 just because there are other folks in the bathroom… in fact, a particularly ambitious guy might wait until someone else is around so his feats are not left unappreciated… like that hole in one your buddy swears he pulled off the one time he went out golfing by himself.
…on second thought, this is sort of weird.
Nevermind.
