This entire building only has one good bathroom in it.

To the Butler 6 Bathroom:

I remember how I first met you. It wasn’t through a friend of a friend, or Tinder, or any of those superficial, stale mechanisms kids these days use to attempt to find love. All I needed was the right situation, a little bit of luck, and Bwog.

One day, while searching for a place to cry in Butler, I pulled up the Pooping in Pupin post and found a recommendation for the Butler 6 bathroom. I took the elevator upstairs, locked myself in a bathroom stall, and plugged in my earphones to listen to Camila Cabello’s “Real Friends.”

A profound sense of peace began to settle on me. Maybe it’s the bright white walls. The clean tile floor. The faint smell of sunscreen. The benevolent faces of grad students populating floor 6. Whatever it is, I’m convinced that you’re the most blessed bathroom in Butler, maybe even at Columbia.

You’re truly one of a kind. I mean, it’s really kind of hard to find good bathrooms at this school. To this day, when I’m studying in 209 and find all the bathrooms on floor 2 occupied or just plain stinky, I know I can always take the elevator to floor 6 and count on you, clean and reliable. Never change.

Love,

Anonymous Bwogger

Used to be a cynic before I met you via Bwog Archives