Staff Writer Reyna Choi confesses her unexpected love-at-first-glance for the Wein basement bathroom.

I met you during NSOP, but just by a glance

I was looking for mail – I passed you by chance.

I thought, hey –

maybe you’re someone I’ll need someday.

We didn’t see each other for a while.

There was no reason to.

Until one day, I was picking up some packages

and I thought of you.

You were just what I needed

after three glasses of orange juice.

With even a sign outside

to tell others you’re in use.

Upon your item shelf of vacant opportunity

I placed my mail

Then went into the singular stall

(which also locked)

for two layers

of privacy.

After my relief

I used your perfectly-sized sink

Picked up my packages and left

Thinking of more orange juice to drink.

We see each other every now and then

Especially on the weekends

When I have to swipe

people in

for eight hours

at the desk.

I dream of visiting you on my lunch breaks

You enable my orange juice addiction by relieving my aches

O Wien Basement Bathroom,

Forgive my mistakes.

Love,

An orange juice addict with a small bladder.

Not the Wien bathrooms but still bathrooms via Maya Campbell’s phone