Once, when I was in the ninth grade
, I had to take a Mechanical Drawing
course to be able to attend the school
I was at.
One day, I really really had to go the bathroom
. Usually, I don't go to the bathroom
, but I could not hold it any longer. I asked Mr. Sasiene (the teacher
) if I could go. He said yes
So I am stand
ing there in the stall
, when I hear odd noises coming from the neighboring stall. It is quite obvious that the person beside me is masturbating
, what with all the grunt
. But I also hear a noise
that I did not formerly associate
: that of a metal object
striking another metal object
. Clinky clangy, clinky clangy. Wondering what that could be, and guessing that this person would like to be left alone
, I quickly completed my task and left the bathroom.
I am back at my desk
s or pentagon
s or whatever they were, and the class clown
, Edwin, bounce
s in, very very tardy
. As he is jump
ing around, with his gigantic crucifix necklace swing
ing to and fro
, I hear
a familiar noise
. . .
Clinky clangy, clinky clangy . . .