for some reason, i need peace and tranquility when i need to do a crap in a public toilet. i dont like the bathroom to be all hustle and bustle with all these people walking around. theres just something about having other people smell and hear my shit that really puts me off. so i went to this mall, to the bottom level, where less people use the bathroom. i walk in, and notice this guy dressed in business gear - minus the suit jacket and tie - wandering around. at first i thought, the fuck? but then i just brushed it off..kinda. i had a feeling this dude was weird, so i was pretty alert. i walked into the cubicle, preparing the seat by covering it with 500 sheets of toilet paper. i see from the corner of my eye the guy passing my cubicle. then he walks past again. now i was really questioning what the fuck was happening here. i saw him duck into a cubicle at the end, and saw his standing over the toilet so i thought he was chucking a piss. so i pull my pants down, sit on the toilet, ready to give birth to a big shit, but i notice i hear no noise from the guy. like, there wasnt a sound of a trickle or anything. i knew something was fucked up with this guy. so i just sat there, holding my crap in, waiting to hear something from the dude to relieve my paranoia of him being a weirdo. a couple minutes pass... and no noise. wtf is going on here? i start to think the guy is some sort of pervert.. waiting to sneak a peak or something. the door was closed firmly, but it still leaves a space between it and the door frame..about half a centimetre. i notice him walking past again..but then he comes back, stands in front of my cubicle and is looking at something. im looking at the dude through this small space and i couldnt tell what he was looking at. was there something on the door? was he trying to look at me? wtf? i had no idea. then he moves to the other side, looks at the other side of the door. at this point i thought, fuck this. pulled up my pants, threw all the tissues into the bowl, and flushed. as soon as i flushed he scurried off into a different cubicle. im at the sink, and the guy emerges from his cubicle. straight away he looks at me. assuming he was a pervert i glared at the motherfucker. i went up to him and said "what the fuck was that all about?". he stepped back and said he didnt know what i was talking about, then walked out. i followed the dude, and he kept looking over his shoulder. i followed the cocksucker for 20 minutes, mean mugging him each time he turned around. he was petrified, went and hid in this massive music store for 10 minutes. i saw the cocksucker trying to peer through some shelves to see if i was standing outside. at that point my anger and disgust subsided, so i shrug it off and walked away.
I still have to pee now.
