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
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
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.
An orange juice addict with a small bladder.
Not the Wien bathrooms but still bathrooms via Maya Campbell’s phone