Misadventures, Part IV: Gettin' the Nod

So Katie, Ari, and I are out drinking on Saturday night on the Upper West Side. We found this hole-in-the-wall place that was literally a hole in the wall. Or maybe it had holes in its walls? I’m not sure. I was a few into the night at that point. Anyway, after drink number 4, I head to the bathroom. The setup is as such: a urinal next the stall, with the door to the stall facing the urinal. When I walk in, the bathroom is empty. So I step up to the urinal and… eh, commence. (not “George Michael” commence… I mean, I just started to use the bathroom). About 2 seconds in, I hear a noise from the stall next to me… the stall that has its door ajar, mind you. So I lean back and peer in. I mean, I didn’t want to get jumped Scream style. Lo and behold, in the bathroom I had previously thought empty, there is a dude sitting on the toilet. Why did I think the bathroom was empty? Oh, right. Cause the frickin door to the stall was open. So anyway, as I peer in, the guy looks up at me and gives a head nod! A head nod, people! In case you’re not well versed in head nods, they’re the type of thing you throw to someone you know as you pass them on the street. On the social greeting hierarchy, they’re right below saying hi without stopping and just above averting your gaze towards your watch or the street so you don’t have to make eye contact with someone. You’ll notice, nowhere in that statement did I include, “Give a head nod while you sit on the can with the stall door ajar.”

So, the moral of this story: sometimes bathroom stalls are better left alone. Especially when there are dudes just chillin’ in them.