Where This Meets That
I always seem to find something of interest in the restroom. Oh, come on now . . . no, not that!
Sometimes a creative eye is a blessing and other times a curse. Not sure which to make of my imagination’s propensity to flourish in the restroom, but right, wrong, or indifferent, flourish it does!
This week, at the theater to see Prometheus, I saw this above the urinal.
As I read his mustache-sign, my first thought was, “Poor guy. He looks mortified at the thought of another poke in the nose!”
My second thought was, “I wonder what kind of past life he led to be reincarnated into such an unfortunate predicament? Hmm, in that case, perhaps I should poke him in the nose!”
My third thought, to get my iPhone out and take a picture, was followed quickly by a fourth, hoping nobody came in while I stood over the urinal taking pictures!
For what it’s worth, I spared him the poke on the nose. No sense in piling on, especially at a urinal!