I’m just about finished with things when this fella walks in. He is as lanky a man as I have ever seen. He looked to be around six-foot-tall, not counting the straw cowboy hat that seemed to shade his entire skinny body. He walks up to the urinal directly across from my stall. I’m about to get situated to leave when I see him do something unexpected.
He puts his hands up against the wall above his head like he’s gonna be frisked by the police. He appears to be lookin’ down at his sticks and berries and I’m thinkin’ that fella is gonna wet himself. Nothin’ is happenin’ and I’m beginin’ to wonder if he has a medical problem. All of a sudden, he starts singin’. Except, he ain’t singin’ words, or hummin a tune. He’s just sort of starts singing a tune like cowboys do in movies when they are alone on the prairie. Next thing I know, I hear his water works start up. Now at this point I think it must be his way with dealin’ of relievin’ himself at the urinal, except this fella keeps singin’ while lookin’ down at himself.
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