On most Saturdays, I have one of my grad school courses that goes from 9am-4:30pm. Today I don't thank god, but a few Saturdays ago I get out and head to the gym. I rush to get there so I can get my lift in ASAP while I still have the energy. As I'm parking I suddenly feel I have to drop a well condensed protein log. I go locker room, change, and go to the bathroom. I go to the largest stall on the far end, cause I like the opulence of a spacious stall.

I'm midway through doing my business when I hear someone stomp in the bathroom. This guy storms into the first toilet. I'm not sure if it was out of toilet paper, but I hear him pressing against the walls and stomping. He says "You gotta be fucking kidding me!" and slams the stall door open. He bursts into the next stall (the one next to me), stomps more, and then exclaims a slew of curses as he bangs against the walls of the stall like a caged animal. I feel the stall wall that is separating me from this man bending from every kick or punch he is throwing.

The poor toilet paper dispenser is smashed during the flurry of curses and blows, and a large piece of it flies under my stall. He then slams open the door and stands in front of my stall for a moment before I "occupied". He curses as he stomps out, then stomps back in a moment later, and sits in one of the stalls in silence.

I finish my business, wash my hands, and head out to warm up for my lift. Not that I needed to raise my heart rate, I just needed to stretch at this point. The idea of fighting off this man mid release and with my shorts around my ankles had already gotten my blood pumping enough and made every muscle tense up. I recognized him out on the gym floor by his shoes. Did my best to just go on with my workout and to avoid looking in his general direction. I still don't understand why he destroyed the toilet paper dispenser. One of the oddest gym/bathroom experiences I have had yet.