“The Guy in the public bathroom”

Ok, this is my second time in this country and by far one that i will remember always.

It was the first night after I arrived to Hsinchu, city where my good friends Augusto a Leo are working now. We had an superb dinner at Ian’s restaurant (The BBQ House) where a 350g of rib eye went through my throat down to my stomach. Magnificent.

After some chatting and catching up we decided to take the party to the next stop ingesting some pines of beer to the mix at the Red Bar. Great time. Foreigners all over the place, cold glass in the hand, nice talk about everything and anything at the same time until 2 am when my life was going to change without me knowing about it.

I was there having a beer when suddenly my stomach started with its classical “you ate so much now I need to drop some bombs”. I went to the bathroom but there was a long queue so my good friends suggested me to go to the public bathroom just around the corner. With only a pack of toilet paper under the arm and with all the enough courage you need to enter to a public toilet (outside Singapore of course) I walked there, closed one of the cubicles and started doing No 2. And then the shadows began…

As the throne was one of those on the floor, I was standing giving my back to the door, uncomfortable as all those bathroom are but overall it was ok and I was winning the war. Then some shadows through the side of the door started and I thought it was ok since it was a public bathroom and people go back and forth but suddenly the shadows stopped moving causing a non ending darkness in my cublicle which caused me some confusion so i turned my head and saw him… there he was… a son-of-a-bitch old, weirdo, sick and perverted guy was standing there staring at me whilst crapping. Dear Lord… With the big surprise something like this can cause, I started questioning him what was he doing in an “as clear as possible” english but of course: no english in TW. Jesus… moving the head, showing an angry face didn’t work either. What can you do in those cases? Nothing… push… push… and push and finish your duty before go out and start cursing at him for such a weird behavior receiving only a “I don’t understand what you are saying but I saw you crapping and I’m happy now” face. I was near punching that old guy but pictured the headlines in my mind: Colombian sentenced to death after punching an elder. No way that was going to happen. So I decided to eat my ego in the same way as the toilet ate my crap and run away from that place.

Thank you Leonardo and Diego for your suggestion of using a, by the way disgusting, public bathroom in Taiwan. I think after that and after Sixth Sense’s first scene I will be traumatized of giving the back to the door of a bathroom for life.