The wife and I were out for a day of Walmarting when all of the sudden I realized that much to my horror, I had to use the bathroom. While I have never been one for public potties, I thought this is a Walmart in the middle of nowhere Texas. What could be so bad? Well it’s true what they say when they say “when you least expect it”.
Let me just paint the picture for all the men reading this. I step into the restroom and there is a line. I do the guy thing and assume my place in line with my back to the wall and don’t speak to or make eye contact with the other potty goers. As it nears my turn to make it to either a urinal or a stall, I notice something strange out of the corner of my eye. While I understand it’s not acceptable to look around while standing in a men’s room, something told me that I just had to turn my head. Looking back now I should have kept the guy rules intact, but hindsight is 20/20.
As I turned my head slightly to the right I just happened to see a man (whom I can only guess was at least 65) standing at the sink on the toes of his right foot with his left knee thrown over the lip of the sink and his balls out for all of creation to see while he washed them in the sink. Yes sir, in the Walmart sink. Now I can’t say if this will have any sort of lingering or long term consequences, but I can assure you that every time I close my eyes all I can see is what looks like someone wearing white elephant underwear washing his balls in the sink. Thank you Mr. Ballwasher.
