On the weekend, I went to a museum to visit, and I had three urgent times, I ran to the toilet.
When I got there, I slammed the small lock, unniping the trousers, ready for convenience.
Suddenly, in the small room next door, a man's question came: "Hey, guy, how are you?" I usually not talk to others and others, but I don't know how it will, I will reply. "It's okay."
Just as I concentrated, the whole god is always to do what I should work, I have a message next door: "What do you want to do?" I think this brother is also friendly, how can there be in the toilet? Case? Maybe he is more alone? So, although I am reluctant, but still answer him, "After reading the exhibition, go home."
"Can you come here to come here?" This, I fully understand why: either a metamorphic gay, or a neuropathy.
I can't stand it anymore, so I watched him: "Bored! Please don't bother me again."
The man next door does not send. I finally took a breath. For such neuropathics, it must be severely treated.
Suddenly, the next door came again: "Sorry, David, I am turned off first, I will give you another time later. I have a metamorphosis person next door, always answering my words ..."
