The Day I Became a Public Bathroom Line Vigilante
Picture this: a crowded concert venue, the bass thumping in my chest, and the sudden, urgent realization – I need to use the restroom. Now.
Navigating my way through a sea of dancing bodies, I finally reach my destination – only to be met with a queue that seems to stretch into another dimension. As I join the line, a sense of camaraderie washes over me. We’re all in this together, united by our shared biological imperative.
But then, it happened. A woman, seemingly oblivious to the silent agreement that binds us, waltzed past the line and attempted to sneak into a stall. A collective gasp rippled through the queue. It was a blatant disregard for the unspoken rules, and we, the seasoned veterans of countless bathroom lines, weren’t having it.
What followed wasn’t pretty (think a chorus of “end of the line” and some serious side-eye), but it cemented my role as a lifelong advocate for public bathroom line etiquette. So, in the interest of maintaining order and sanity in these hallowed halls, I present to you – the unspoken rules of the public bathroom line.
