So, I had one of those embarrassing moments yesterday. I was at a crowded restaurant yesterday and needed to go to the bathroom. Don’t worry, it was number 1. Anyway, I was in my standard Big Al attire. I was wearing light colored shorts and a t-shirt that was probably slightly too small. It just came to my waist.
Anyway, this restaurant was not a huge place and it was one of those restaurants with the tables located right outside the restroom door. Like I said, it was very small. But they did at least have those panels in the bathroom that would hide the men as they were doing their business. However the sink as well as the hand dryer was in plain sight of the customers. So, I finish my business and I wash my hands. Then I unlocked the door to exit the bathroom and just as I did, I took one quick vanity look in the mirror.
Good thing I did because, that’s when I noticed that I had a “pee spot” showing on the front of my light colored pants. It was pretty noticeable. Ok, that’s a problem… My short t-shirt won’t hide that… but I can grab a paper towel and try to rub the paper on the pants and that will take care of it. The only problem was that there were no paper towels. There was only an air hand dryer. But, fortunately, the air dryer was about waste high. Perfect, I’ll Just stand there with my crotch close to the dryer and it’ll dry in no time. I looked down at the spot and it had gotten bigger. Whatever the material (I guess) was somehow absorbing the droplet of pee. I stood close to the dryer and held the button down. It didn’t seem like it was working very well. So, I figured it would dry even faster if I unfastened my pants and let the air hit the fabric on both sides.
I unzipped my pants and hit the button again. So, my pants are open, I was swaying back and forth to try to get the spot dry and that’s when the door opened and a dude came in… I had left the door unlocked. I yelled something but I’m not sure what. And from the door, it had to look like I was doing something VERY inappropriate to the hand dryer. I kinda yelled a little at the guy as I was trying to nervously explain that I had a spot that I was trying to dry. He just stood there with the door open. (Close the door dude!) My first thought was to just stay in the bathroom until closing time. Convinced that the entire restaurant had seen me make love to the hand blower, I held my head up and went back to the bar where I promptly paid my tab and I left.