I'm recording probably the most embarrassing, most humiliating moment in life that could ever happen. I definitely do not want to ever repeat it, nor do i want to forget it either. It would be a lesson of poignant humility in humiliating myself, in public, to be learned and never, ever repeated.
I had had the urged to visit the ladies while watching a movie in the cinema. I had downed almost a full large paper cup of cold soft drink, something which I rarely do in aircon cinema hall. I managed to calm my nerves down, not wanting to miss any part of the action-packed movie. Once the credits started rolling, I got my permission from the usher and make my way to the ladies before exiting the cinema complex.
We, me and him, made our way there, with him going into the gents while I headed for the ladies. Well, as usual, I always picked the squat-ing cubicles rather than sitting ones. There were two of each and both the doors to the my preferred choice were closed. Being in there somehow activated the urged to let go, again. I was standing in front of the 2 closed doors, waiting as patiently as I could.
I could hear sounds coming from behind the closed door to my right. The lock indicator showed it red, meaning that it was occupied. My eyes automatically veered towards the door next to it, the one on my left. It showed green, although the door was closed. I swore that for about the twenty seconds that I was standing, leaning forward and straining my ears, I could hear no sound coming from it. I took a small step back to check if I could see any shadows beneath the door, through the gap. This had always never failed to reveal the truth. No shadow and no sound.
In my short lifetime of using public toilets or restrooms or washrooms or the ladies, albeit very not very often, I had had been in the situations where there were long queues of people in front of squat-ing cubicles with closed doors, waiting patiently for their turn to relief themselves. As most of cubicle occupants change, there would sometimes be one cubicle which the door would remain closed. Upon closer inspection, again, cautiously deploying the two tactics described above, would somehow reveal that there is, in fact, no one inside the cubicle. Today's would most likely be like one of those days.
With much caution still, I gently pushed the door a little. Normally, a lock door would, of course not budged and normally too, an occupied cubicle will somehow emitt a sound or noises at this stage. Yet, I still could not hear anything nor caught any glimpses of moving shadows against the white-tiled wall.
I was confident then, it was the one of those situation. I confidently pushed the door open, and got slapped in the face! Not literally, of course! Seeing a girl trying to stand herself, I couldn't had closed the door fast enough. I was so shocked that I could only cry out the word sorry over and over again. Stunned and shocked and mortified. Terribly humiliated. I think that was the most genuinely embarrassing moment of my life. I most certainly wished that I'm Hiro at that moment and can turn back time.
It didn't help that the occupant of the other cubicle came out while I was crying out my sorry-s. Lucky for me, she was not a friend of the poor, compromised girl, as she did her thing at the sink and left. I stood there, not wanting to go into the empty cubicle, instead waiting for the girl to come out. Finally, as she emerged, carrying her whole load of stuff, I stood aside, not wanting to get in her way.
Remember, all the while I still had not stopped saying how sorry I was for that mistake and continued to do so, when she emerged. She was a very sweet girl, sweet enough not to reprimand me, in any way. All her young self, I think she's barely eighteen tops, said she was okay, and went on to explain that she thought there was something wrong with the lock of that cubicle. I was still rattling, genuinely humiliated, on how I was sorry and I didn't mean it.
Once I was certain she would not kill me or take revenge on me, I headed for the same cubicle as hers. No wonder she said there was something wrong with the lock. It was latch actually, a replacement latch for the original broken lock of the door. It was shabbily put up though, unaligned, making it difficult to latch. I tried to push the door down a little, but it simply wouldn't budge. Not risking it, I went out and used the one.
I didn't realized how badly shocked I was until I began my release. It was slowly, devoid of any oomph, if I may described it. This was certainly not the usual condition for me. Furthermore, downing almost a cup of cold soft drink would certain filled my bladder to the brim, creating more pressure. I most certainly must had been shaken, if not stirred with all that. It was one of the longer releasing session I ever had in public.
I saw the girl still there, in front of the mirror, appearing to be arranging her many things. Again, I apologized. I can't help myself. I really, genuinely felt so guilty, embarrassed, humiliated beyond description. Again, she said it was alright. She looked alrite. I believed she was grappling the situation better than me. I am not sure what else I could do or should say, so I took my cue and left her there, still arranging her many things.
I really hope, she's really fine and okay with that, in a way. I had planted in my mind, between the two tactics above and before the final approach, that I should knock any cubicle door first, before attempting to push it open. It made me wonder now why didn't I do that yesterday.
I had had the urged to visit the ladies while watching a movie in the cinema. I had downed almost a full large paper cup of cold soft drink, something which I rarely do in aircon cinema hall. I managed to calm my nerves down, not wanting to miss any part of the action-packed movie. Once the credits started rolling, I got my permission from the usher and make my way to the ladies before exiting the cinema complex.
We, me and him, made our way there, with him going into the gents while I headed for the ladies. Well, as usual, I always picked the squat-ing cubicles rather than sitting ones. There were two of each and both the doors to the my preferred choice were closed. Being in there somehow activated the urged to let go, again. I was standing in front of the 2 closed doors, waiting as patiently as I could.
I could hear sounds coming from behind the closed door to my right. The lock indicator showed it red, meaning that it was occupied. My eyes automatically veered towards the door next to it, the one on my left. It showed green, although the door was closed. I swore that for about the twenty seconds that I was standing, leaning forward and straining my ears, I could hear no sound coming from it. I took a small step back to check if I could see any shadows beneath the door, through the gap. This had always never failed to reveal the truth. No shadow and no sound.
In my short lifetime of using public toilets or restrooms or washrooms or the ladies, albeit very not very often, I had had been in the situations where there were long queues of people in front of squat-ing cubicles with closed doors, waiting patiently for their turn to relief themselves. As most of cubicle occupants change, there would sometimes be one cubicle which the door would remain closed. Upon closer inspection, again, cautiously deploying the two tactics described above, would somehow reveal that there is, in fact, no one inside the cubicle. Today's would most likely be like one of those days.
With much caution still, I gently pushed the door a little. Normally, a lock door would, of course not budged and normally too, an occupied cubicle will somehow emitt a sound or noises at this stage. Yet, I still could not hear anything nor caught any glimpses of moving shadows against the white-tiled wall.
I was confident then, it was the one of those situation. I confidently pushed the door open, and got slapped in the face! Not literally, of course! Seeing a girl trying to stand herself, I couldn't had closed the door fast enough. I was so shocked that I could only cry out the word sorry over and over again. Stunned and shocked and mortified. Terribly humiliated. I think that was the most genuinely embarrassing moment of my life. I most certainly wished that I'm Hiro at that moment and can turn back time.
It didn't help that the occupant of the other cubicle came out while I was crying out my sorry-s. Lucky for me, she was not a friend of the poor, compromised girl, as she did her thing at the sink and left. I stood there, not wanting to go into the empty cubicle, instead waiting for the girl to come out. Finally, as she emerged, carrying her whole load of stuff, I stood aside, not wanting to get in her way.
Remember, all the while I still had not stopped saying how sorry I was for that mistake and continued to do so, when she emerged. She was a very sweet girl, sweet enough not to reprimand me, in any way. All her young self, I think she's barely eighteen tops, said she was okay, and went on to explain that she thought there was something wrong with the lock of that cubicle. I was still rattling, genuinely humiliated, on how I was sorry and I didn't mean it.
Once I was certain she would not kill me or take revenge on me, I headed for the same cubicle as hers. No wonder she said there was something wrong with the lock. It was latch actually, a replacement latch for the original broken lock of the door. It was shabbily put up though, unaligned, making it difficult to latch. I tried to push the door down a little, but it simply wouldn't budge. Not risking it, I went out and used the one.
I didn't realized how badly shocked I was until I began my release. It was slowly, devoid of any oomph, if I may described it. This was certainly not the usual condition for me. Furthermore, downing almost a cup of cold soft drink would certain filled my bladder to the brim, creating more pressure. I most certainly must had been shaken, if not stirred with all that. It was one of the longer releasing session I ever had in public.
I saw the girl still there, in front of the mirror, appearing to be arranging her many things. Again, I apologized. I can't help myself. I really, genuinely felt so guilty, embarrassed, humiliated beyond description. Again, she said it was alright. She looked alrite. I believed she was grappling the situation better than me. I am not sure what else I could do or should say, so I took my cue and left her there, still arranging her many things.
I really hope, she's really fine and okay with that, in a way. I had planted in my mind, between the two tactics above and before the final approach, that I should knock any cubicle door first, before attempting to push it open. It made me wonder now why didn't I do that yesterday.
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