The Softball Men’s Room

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After the softball game I got my bike to ride home. I stopped by the toilet to take a leak and found there was a man there at the urinal. It was one of those old time urinals, one long, high piece of porcelain, no dividers. No hiding if you didn’t pee. He was just standing there, close, adjusting himself, as one does when finished, and I was there trying to will myself to pee, but struggling a bit. “It helps if you just imagine the pee flowing,” he said, “that’s what I always do, and the pee just starts coming.”