One day, I was waiting in line to wash my hands in the bathroom at the San Francisco Public Library.
There was an old man at the sink gargling water and coughing.
Also, the man using the urinal was singing opera—terribly, I might add.
Then, finally, I went to use the sink, and to my surprise, there was a goldfish in it. Alive.
FIN.
Do you have a public-restroom story that tops this? Feel free to share it in the comments.
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