The next man, the only man, in line was doing that multiple head nod thing with twisted neck facing the urinals. I found it odd but everything came into focus while washing my hands and dealing with periodic reflections from the mirror. Two men at the urinals, side by side with heads down and twisted towards each other. These characters were present when I had initially entered to relieve myself. The young guy was in front of the sink lallygagging around repeatedly cleaned his face with toilet paper. The older man, lets call him back pocket magazine guy, was drying off his hands. You see, the reason why all of this is so vivid to me is that I had to wait until he finished. After repeated "excuse me", back pocket magazine guy would not move out of range of the door. This all happened between 5:55pm and 6:10pm in the bathroom directly north of The Subway sandwich ship on the lower level of College Park (The Old Eaton Center). No BS, I know "table talk" when I see it.
The disturbing part of my day....
