rustle
so i walk into the men's room at new-onlive. the lawyers tell me that whenever i want to talk about onlive i cannot blur the distinction between old-onlive and new-onlive. otherwise the creditors of old-onlive will try to make new-onlive pay old-onlive's bills. which would sorta defeat the whole purpose of a bankruptcy proceeding. anywho, i hear this rustle rustle rustle. i see some shoes under the new stall. and my first thought was someone was reading the newspaper on the can. hrm. i guess one can still get a printed newspaper. but like, why? my second thought was they were prepping toilet paper. like a whole LOT of toilet paper. which made my brain go oh-my-god-run-away! cause i was imagining the mess that would required that much toilet paper. then i realized the rustling sound was coming from the shower. and all was good. or should have been. i kinda tippy-toed past the still occupied stall. just in case.