Awkward Encounters

Have you even locked eyes with someone as they came out of the restroom and wondered if they had been napping in there?

Me neither. Until today. I'm coming out of the bathroom, and at the same time someone comes out of the men's bathroom. Our eyes meet- a necessity in avoiding a collision in the awkwardly shaped mini-hallway the bathrooms on the third floor of my office building are in. And I just KNOW, in the same way I know that "Firefly" will never return to television, that this guy was taking a nap.

It's all over his face. Literally. One side of his hair is smashed up in the quasi-mohawk that I personally refer to as a duck-wing, and his eyes are glazed over but trying to pretend otherwise. Unknown to him, there's a small smear of drool on his chin. And most tellingly, there is a big red square from where he was leaning his face against what I can only assume was the stall wall.

I should have taken a picture. He was still groggy, and no match for the picture-taking reflexes everyone with a smartphone posses.

In my head, I can think up a lot of reasons this would happen. Maybe he got high on his lunch, went to use the restroom, and just fell asleep (this seems most plausible given I live in Colorado and this guy apparently comes to work in cargo shorts). Maybe they had a potlock in his office and he ate too much turkey, and got really sleepy, KNEW he needed a nap, but was afraid to fall asleep at his desk. Maybe the air conditioning in his office was broken and the cool temperature of the stall wall was so relaxing that he just got too comfy and fell asleep out of sheer relief. Maybe last night the boss threw an office party and he got trashed and spent the night with his cool, comforting toilet friend.

But whatever his reason, THERE IS NO FREAKING EXCUSE FOR NAPPING IN THE BATHROOM.

There is a part of me that wishes I had caught him in the act, and that he had been Joss Whedon, because knowing I had a way to blackmail someone into returning "Firefly" to television would have made my day most excellent. I guess I'll just have to settle for the awesome mental image of an anonymous serial-napper.