I’m approaching the urinal in the deserted restroom when Doug, the litigation associate from the 45th floor, enters. Crap. I’m the new law clerk, and everyone with the coveted “, Esq.” behind his name intimidates me. Doug walks up to the urinal beside me.
I unzip. I exhale slowly. I wait.
I close my eyes. And wait some more.
Niagara Falls. Maid of the Mist. Rushing, flowing, thick waves of falling water.
Doug appears to be in the same place. Even worse.
I grunt. Back to Niagara Falls. Splashing, roaring, pouring. Pouring over the horseshoe bend as the mist spits droplets onto my glasses.
Doug: “It’s funny sometimes what the mind can do to the body.”
Me: “Uh huh. Yeah.”
I sprint out of the restroom, into the hallway, through the stairwell door, up a flight of stairs, and into an empty restroom far, far away from Doug and his nefarious mind tricks. I am a man again.
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