Feeling the call of nature once again (seems like this shit happens every day now), you make your way into the back hall of the bar and push through to the bathroom.
Your usual stall is taken, so you take the second one, even though it’s not your favorite way. Sometimes you have to wander out of your comfort zone, especially when refusing to do so would result in you filling your pants.
You take the appropriate steps before sitting on the toilet and try to relax. The upside of sitting in a new stall is you don’t have to read the same graffiti you’ve read a hundred times before. It’s a brand new adventure!
One graffito in particular catches your eye, scrawled on the tile in a bright, flowery neon pink.
ELE every body Love every body it reads.
Curiously stylized capitalization, spacing, and total lack of punctuation aside, it is a warm and pleasant message and makes your dirty business on the toilet a little bit more enjoyable.
The glory hole just underneath the graffito takes away from the innocent beauty of the message only a tad.