Changing!

Recently I was changing from my work clothes into my regular clothes in the bathroom at work. I usually do this in the handicap stall as it has room and a handy pull down shelf used for changing poopy baby diapers. As I was changing, a sassy gay man came into the bathroom and immediately said, “Hey, who’s changing in here?” I knew he was sassy and gay by the tenor, and inflection in his voice. I couldn’t tell the ethnicity as pretty much all stereotypical sassy gay men sound like stereotypical black women. After this man spoke I remained quiet.  I heard again, “I know someone is changing in here.”

I remained silent.

There was no way that answering that sassy gay man’s question would answer any relevant questions or make anyone feel in any way comfortable or secure. After another silent pause I heard the gay man begin to piss and hum Lady Gaga’s “Bad Romance”

I finished changing before he had finished pissing, so I waited– in complete silence– until he left before I left.

That’s how I roll.

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