The Big Sneeze
I don’t often find myself talking about incidents that happen in public men’s rooms, but there’s this one episode from years ago that I can't seem to forget. I was in a stall, if you must know, when someone came in and availed himself of a urinal. Pretty standard stuff.
Suddenly I had to sneeze. I’m a loud sneezer, with a pronounced, inhaling preface followed by a thunderous “Ah-choo.” (I inherited this large sneeze from my father, a champion sneezer who would surely be enshrined in the Sneezer Hall of Fame if it were to exist.)
On this particular occasion, I drew in the deep breath as usual and voiced the opening “Ah-” rather loudly, and in an instant my sneeze disappeared. The person at the urinal finished and left in quite a rush.
I can’t help but wonder if that person, whoever he was, ever wrote a blog entry about how he was once in a public men’s room and heard someone discharge a plaintive shout from one of the stalls, and left before being asked to help with some unpleasant task.