If you're a guy working for a west coast technology company, you'll know that internet surfing on your phone has replaced the long-honored tradition of newspaper reading while doing your business. This afternoon I was in a men's room stall, minding my own business, when I noticed that the guy in the stall next to me was clicking on his wireless device in rhythmic patterns. As I listened, my head cocked like a confused puppy, some bleeps and boops chimed in and it made a "Close Encounters of the 3rd Kind" sort of sound. The sound stopped and I noticed I'd been kind of tapping my foot with the music I stopped and self-consciencely slid my foot back deeper into my stall. Silence. And then the small LCD display of a noisy wireless device appeared below the stalls divider! I could only inerperpret the image on the screen to be of a sexually solicitous nature!! And so I tell you, responsible reader, to be wary of the surfer next door!
I was tempted to type "POLICE: STEP OUT OF THE STALL" on mine and slide it back. But I decided to just tap out this blog entry instead. Excuse me now, my business here is complete.
This fictional account was inspired by the alleged behavior involving a prominent public figure, a mens room, and a cop.