ventured through the cubicle aisles, out the door, into the hall, and
into the men’s room. There stood Brent Newman against one the urinals against
the wall. As I walked passed him, I thought it would be funny to give him a little
tap on the back. This would indicate a slight hello; an acknowledgement that I
noticed his presence. And, I also knew that this was an hysterical social faux
pas leaving him with an uncomfortable feeling of invasion; harmless, yet comical.
Later that day, Brent walked up to me with the
weirdest smile on his face, “Never ever pat another man’s back while he is doing
his thing. ‘Cause if you touch him while he is touching himself there,
it’s like you are touching him…there.”
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