Tuesday, April 19, 2005
in the loo with nothing to do
Not too long ago, I went to GV Grand to watch Sahara. Before entering the cinema, I decided to visit the loo (it was going to be a long show). The ladies' were clean and best of all, empty. Rejoice filled my heart.
I stood there facing the long row of unoccupied cubicles, enjoying the moment.
Then I ventured a step forward and peered into the first cubicle: wet mushy toilet paper lined the floor.
Next!
I cocked my head to glance into the second cubicle. It seemed clean and dry. But not even knowing why myself, I took a decisive stride towards the third cubicle and entered it without even so much as an backward glance.
It was alright, I suppose. But the seat cover was rather loose.
In any case, I plonked myself down to pee. While doing so, I had quite a philosophical debate with myself, in my head.
I figured that Cubicle 2 was superior to Cubicle 3. And if I had made an informed decision, I would have chosen Cubicle 2. But I didn't!
Why?
I frantically searched the back of my mind for that one particular thought that swept past as I glanced into Cubicle 2.
"This is fine. But I think the next one might be better."
That was it. Because of that, a perfectly pristine toilet cubicle was forsaken and I took a chance with the next one. Best of all, I didn't hesitate to enter Cubicle 3; resolute in the above (rather baseless) thought.
What on earth was that???
I can't decide which is scarier: not knowing why I did what I did; or not knowing why I'm still talking about it.
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P/S I decided that waiting is not torture (refer previous post). It's anticipation that kills.
// posted by the commentator @ 5:14 pm 
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