A person is at a restaurant with some friends. It is their first time at that place, though they’ve been there before.
-I’ll be right back- tells their friends.
Gets up and drags the anchor.
-Excuse me, the loo?
-At the rear and right- replies one of the waitresses.
Of course, it’s always at the rear and right regardless of where is front or aft.
Pauses for a second in front of the two options to decipher which one to go through. The size of the anchor doubles. Their heart rate increases while pushing the door on the left. The thought of anyone inside is almost terror, like what a gazelle must feel crossing the starving-crocodile-infested river.
It seems no one is there. The anchor is smaller. They didn’t know that washroom though they’ve been there more than once. The washbasins are now to the right instead of the left as they were before. The small waiting area, with few but cute furniture, is on the opposite side.
While crossing they look in the mirror. It’s the reflection of the same person. It’s unfamiliar, it appears different; taller, clumsier. Smiles at their own likeness though the fear of the crocodiles suddenly appearing is omnipresent.
“How is this illegal?” they think to themselves feeling the drum beat of their heart.
Chooses a stall closing the door behind. It’s like any other; white porcelain and crystal-clear water. They sit. On one side is the toilet paper dispenser and on the other there’s an unrecognizable stainless steel box. It has a lid on top hinting to a place to offload sins. “What’s that for?” questions without speaking. “Ah, it’s obvious; I hadn’t thought of that!”
Peeing brings great relief but the anchor is still attached. Their pulse remains high. They yet have to leave the danger zone. Not much more, though the risk is very real.
While washing their hands somebody enters. The anchor turns into a two tonne wrecking ball. Their heart is about to burst through their chest. They lower the gaze to avoid any kind of contact with the two people crossing behind without saying anything.
“Gee, I just wanted to pee!”, repeats to themselves, looking at the anchor grow smaller while leaving the washroom and returning to their friends.