#MotivationMonday – Week 26

“I’m out of toilet paper.”
No response.
“Hello? Did you hear me?”
Not even the sound of footsteps.
“My ass is gonna go numb. Hello? Anyone?”
I hear the door to the restroom open but not the sound of anyone coming to my rescue or the door closing.
“I heard the door open. I know you’re there. Please bring me some toilet paper or paper towel.”
Still no response, I hear the faint drip-drip from the faucet outside the stall.
“This isn’t funny.” Maybe they don’t speak English, I think and use my best Spanish. “Necesito papel del sexo.”
I hear wet footsteps trod toward me and I see the shadow of someone approach but it stops. I cannot see feet from my angle under the metal wall and door. I jump from the sound of something wet colliding with the ceiling. A drop of something cold and wet lands on my head. I tilt my head back slightly. A wad of soaked toilet paper hangs above me. Is it tinted a light reddish color?
“What the hell?”
The wet footsteps come closer. I can see the shadow darker in the next stall but not the feet it is attached.
“Who’s out there? I’m calling the Police.”
I reach down to my pants around my ankles to pull out my cell phone. It’s not there. I lean from side-to-side. It’s in the stall the shadow stopped at. I cannot reach it from my position. I lean further forward, reaching under the stall wall. A purple gloved hand quickly snatches my cell phone from the floor.
I contemplate my options. I do not see anything else to do. One leg at a time, I remove my pants and underwear. I put my pants back around my ankles and wipe with my most comfortable underwear before pulling my pants up the rest of the way. I hold my stained underwear carefully by the waistband and turn the stall lock with the other hand. As I step out of the stall I fling the underwear at the person standing in front of the next stall.
“No hay sexo en el baño,” the bathroom attendant yells at me; my soiled underwear fly high of him.
“What?” I ask and point to the empty toilet paper dispenser.
“Papel higiénico?” he says with a large grin.
I grab my cell phone from his hands and storm out of the restroom.
Read all the entries at Wakefield Mahon’s Blog.

Daughter of Illusion

The Horror of My Life


Signup for my Newsletter and get a free copy of The Vow!

* indicates required
Email Address *
First Name
Last Name

Powered by MailChimp