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Stall Wars:

"My roll's empty, can you pass under some TP my way?" A voice asked from the next stall over. For a brief moment I wasn't sure who she was addressing until I saw fingertips peek under the side of the stall. I had my answer.

Pulling out a strip as long as my arm, I folded it in half, and in half once again before shoving it under the peeling maroon barrier (calling it a wall was too much of an exaggeration for something that neither reached the ceiling nor the floor). For some reason it seemed rude to hand a wad full of crumpled toilet paper, as if she would be insulted by the gesture. In my mind I played out the scenerio of handing her the crumpled wad and got a mental image of the toilet paper being thrown back over the stall and that same voice yelling insults. Of course, I wouldn't take that, and since she has no TP, obviously since she asked me for some, I would have the advantage. It would be the beginning of Stall Wars. Then again, something about using "The Force" in the bathroom lacked in to my appeal.

When sitting on the toilet there was nothing else to do but think, and I wasn't a person who liked to dwell on exactly what my body was doing on the toilet. Why should I? It didn't involve concentration for the most part.

"Thank you." The girl in the next stall said, a resounding flush accented her words. A moment later the water in the sink was turned on. Inspiration.

A couple of my friends refused to go to the bathroom unless every faucet in the bathroom was on. Apparently going tinkle made too much of a splash. I didn't understand it, and didn't pretend to. They weren't exactly fooling anyone, and if they did fool someone, I wondered what those people where thinking. Perhaps "Maybe they turned on the water to see if it messes with the water pressure and the water in the bowl goes down," or "they're just getting back at the school, water bill and all...watch, in a minute they will flush."

Flushing my own toilet, I left the stall just in time to see the other girl walk out the door and two more girls walked in. I washed my hands and just as I pulled two paper towels from the dispenser I heard a voice ask, "Jamie, this stall doesn't have any toilet paper...can you give me some?"

I left.


(( I got around to writing a short story at school. It's like the third short story( or any story) i've ever completed. I tried to make it funny, or at least entertaining. And since I find bathrooms amusing...well there you have it. ))

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I'm in a nutshell


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The following comments are for "Stall Wars"
by Concept

Good one
Good story--very entertaining. Just wondering however, did you ever see the Seinfeld episode where Elaine is left without any TP, and the occupant of the next stall over won't comply with her simply request?

( Posted by: wrtrcat [Member] On: October 10, 2004 )

Nice!
I liked the chic-lit feel to it...not sure if you intended that, but it was really enjoyable to read.

( Posted by: TK [Member] On: October 11, 2004 )

Thanks...
Thanks for the comments. And no, i haven't seen that episode, i have to admit i'm not really a fan of Seinfeld.
Chic-lit...lol, i like the sound of that...hehe. :P

( Posted by: Concept [Member] On: October 13, 2004 )





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