What a stupid movie, I thought to myself as we exited the screening room and entered the main lobby.
"So what did you think?" Charlie asked me?
I scrunched my face, "Garbage. Complete waste of 10 bucks. Hold on, I've got to pee." As I entered the crowding bathroom, some jerk bumped into me. He was one of those hard-ass types. He didn't say anything and just kept going. The line in the bathroom wasn't the worst I've been in after a movie. At least I hadn't gotten the large.
"Oh man," a guy in front of me whispered to his friend, "that's him. Holy shit, this is pretty cool. Don't draw attention to yourself."
"Me? I'm pretty sure you're not whispering as quietly as you think you are. He can probably here us." His friend retorted. He glanced in my direction out of the corner of his eye. Were they talking about me?
The bathroom became subdued murmurs all around me. I could pick up things like, "he's here," and, "I wonder if he'll give me his autograph."
The line slow dissipated and it was my turn at the urinal. I stepped forward. The bathroom went dead silent besides the low hum of the florescent lights. No one flushed. I stared straight ahead, looking at the wall in front of me as I unbuttoned my pants. There was an unwritten code when using urinals. Look straight ahead, pay no attention to your peripheral vision, glance down to make sure you shake off the last drips and then leave. My stream began to flow and I heard hushed words of awe around me.
Click. A camera shutter? I looked to my right and sure enough a guy was knelt down with his iPhone out in front of his face.
"What the fuck?" I stopped peeing and buttoned my fly as I spun around. Every single one of them had their phones out. Pointed at me. Then it hit me. That guy that bumped into me. He must have been the carrier. Quickly, I tagged the guy who had interrupted my piss with his camera shutter and rushed out of the bathroom. No eyes followed me. Charlie was waiting on the bench across from the door.
"Ready to go?"
"Yeah. Let's get the fuck out of here."