I enter what I think is the mens' restroom (it's hard to tell) and walk past the urinals -- no one's there. The first stall door is cracked open. Inside, I see a scruffy-looking latino guy pressed against the wall. His eyes are clothes and he's muttering dirty words and phrases in Spanish quietly.
The next door is closed, but written on its outside in permanent marker is "GLORY HOLE." Slurping sounds are coming from inside, with a bit of humming.
The third stall is empty. |