Kimazui no Suiyoubi

So Wednesday is my longest day of the week. Today I woke up at 6am, got to school at 8am and came back home at 10pm. The past couple of Wednesdays, I've been like a zombie; malnourished and barely awake. This Wednesday was basically the same, except for two incidents that made it a bit more bareable.

The first thing happened early in my day. After my 8 o'clock class, I go to work at the library; 9-11. I got to the library a little late and had to relieve myself as I drink about two gallons of tea each morning. So I went to the bathroom and opened the door. Now the bathroom by the periodicals is the kind that has one toilet and one sink; like a bathroom in a house or something. It doesn't have stalls. Everything this is just right there when you open the door. I opened the door to a middle aged man taking a shit. I took an almost half step in and jumped back out. I assume that he was business grad student or a faculty member as he was wearing like a sweater over a button up. You know what I mean ya? I don't know what kind of pants he was wearing as they were all crumpled at his ankles. He was making doo doo. He said sorry and I said the same as I closed the door. All this happened in less than a second. I went back to the desk and told Pat that the most awkward thing in a long time just happened. He said the same happened to him about a year ago. I hid at the desk for a little bit so as to not run into the super embarrassed man. Later on in my shift, I was in the stacks (shelves) and saw him in one of those reading cubicles. He didn't see me. I couldn't help but laugh at the thought of approaching him and talking about our encounter. I walked in on a man making doo doo.

Okay, so that provided me with giggle material for the rest of the day and I had made food early in the morning to last me till the night. It was a good Wednesday. It got better. I got out of class at 10pm and started waking home. It's all downhill so it usually takes less than 15 minutes. So I'm walking for like a minute and I seem to catch up to this other guy walking in the same direction as me. The sidewalks aren't super wide or anything; just enough for two way traffic. Practically my whole walk home, I was right behind him. Every fucking time that I would try to pass him, he'd speed up. I'd speed up. He'd speed up. I'd slow down. He'd slow down. This happened so often that I closed the gap super fast. I was literally breathing on his head. I have no idea why he didn't let me pass! I sure wasn't going slow down to widen the gap. I guess we both didn't want to walk any slower. Now this is at night, where there isn't much traffic or noise. And the whole time that this is going on, it's the most hilarious thing in the world to me. I couldn't stop snickering. So I'm really close to him, he's not letting me pass, it's really quiet, and I'm giggling. We got to a stop light, where when it turned green, I walked as fast as I could with out making it look like I was walking as fast as I could. That dummy.