This happened at Huntington Beach on my trip to California two summers ago.
I began writing this blog post half a year ago. However I didn't
know exactly why I would want to share this story with the world, so I
decided to save it as a draft and come back to it in the
Well, the future is now. Enjoy.
My friend and I were walking along Huntington Beach in California. It was my first time visiting a beach on the mainland and I was a little shocked. The sun was shining brightly in the summer-sky...
...but brrrrr, I still felt cold.
The wind tickled my skin with its cold fingers as it penetrated through my jacket. Although my jacket sufficed at keeping me warm back in Hawaii, it wasn't protecting me against the coldness that I was feeling. As strange as it sounds, a part of me wished that I had worn pants instead of board shorts to the beach.
"I gotta use the bathroom," I told my friend.
"Okay, I'll wait here," my friend replied.
The bathroom was similar to a portable toilet except that it wasn't portable. I entered the bathroom and I didn't like what I saw. The toilet was a monster, a hideous monster covered in distasteful smudges and poisonous stains. I was ready to run away. Luckily, all I had to do was piss and I wouldn't have to touch the toilet seat.
After I finished relieving myself, I looked down at the sad-looking toilet. I could have decided to leave the toilet as dirty as it
was and just walk away. After all, that is what the person before me had done.
But I didn't.
I grabbed a handful of toilet paper and started to wipe away the filth that covered the toilet. I honestly hoped that I was using enough toilet paper, because I didn't want my hand to touch the dirty toilet seat. After wiping, wiping, and more wiping the toilet was impressively clean and I had graduated from the position of instantaneous janitor.
Wow, that looks much better, I thought.
The toilet was no longer a hideous, ugly monster, but the safe haven for nature-calling that it was meant to be.
I opened the door and there was a handsome man waiting to use the bathroom. He was an attractive, fit white gentleman somewhere in his mid or late 30's. I smiled at him and he smiled at me. The man walked past me and into the bathroom that I had exited.
I walked over to my friend.
"Ready to go?" he asked me.
I replied with a yes.
Side by side, we continued to walk along Huntington Beach.