Last night I was in class, and at the 8:00 break I headed to the bathroom. Nothing out of the ordinary there, except no sooner had I gotten into position when the professor of the class came in and stood at the next urinal over. (In his defense, there were only two.) Thankfully he obeyed the Code of Silence throughout, but the entire time my mind kept frantically wondering: what if he doesn't? If he starts talking, am I obliged to try to make conversation? That's weird enough with friends, let alone someone who's going to be grading me. (On my classwork, perv. Mind out of the gutter.) So the question I pose to you, dear readers, is this: what would you say to your professor while standing at the urinal/sitting in a stall next to them?
I'll get you started:
-Whew... good thing this divider's here, huh? I hate accidental sightings.
-Well, I THOUGHT I had to go.
-So speaking of finance, did I mention how glad I am these aren't pay toilets?
-NARF! [See what he does.]
-Have you accepted Jesus Christ as your personal savior?
-For extra credit, I will never speak a word of this to the class.
Etc.
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I can absolutely beat that. Chris’ best friend in college was getting changed in the gym locker room after a workout when his philosophy professor (whose class he frequently skipped) walked up to him stark naked, holding (not wearing) a towel, put his foot on the bench friend was sitting on, and started a conversation about friend’s independent research. Horrific.
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