The Monsters

Story #1 from “The Gents And I”.

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Outside, this was a sunny weekday.
Yet I was indoor, heading to my favorite place: the office’s gents.

Upon entering this rather clean location, I witnessed them.

The monsters.

Standing tall and straight, they were casually holding it. The look fixed on another it, they displayed no apparent fear of being in a place where one is supposed to feel vulnerable.

I neared them.

They were indeed using their two hands for two different tasks — as if handling a single chore in this situation was not stressful enough.

So I called them monsters because … what would be more appropriate to qualify gents who handle their sprinkler with one hand, and scroll their phone with the other one?

Monsters!

Oh no. No, no, no, no!
Don’t you dare asking me why such a name.
Don’t force me to remind you how stressful it is to be there and why it is so.
Do not make m—

Ok, you seem to have forgotten it all.

All that you have to accomplish in there, so that when “business” is done, you can leave this beautiful place while keeping your head high.