Saturday, September 10, 2016

Postcard #126: "Dick Water"


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“Dick Water”   US-4229318

NORTH CAROLINA

“Tar Heel State, Old North State”

CAPITAL Raleigh. AREA: 52,712 sw. mi. MOTTO: Esse Quam Videri, To Be Rather Than To Seem. FLOWER: Dogwood. BIRD: Cardinal. 12th of the Original 13 States.

If I had not been polite and held the door for him I would not have been left with the urinal inches from the floor. “Low profile” it's probably called. When I turn to examine my stall attendants someone subconsciously cleared their throat in one stall. The other stall was filled to its rim with toilet paper and brown water. There is a moment I wondered if I urinated in it if it would overflow onto my feet. I accept the low loo. The moment my piss hits the urinal cake the guy next to me finishes. I should have just waited or would that have been creepy? My piss is falling what feels like 4 feet before it hits. It reads: “pee screen” I wonder if I could ever resist reading what is written on a urinal cake/screen. I can hear water running behind me but NO soap dispenser. I finish and button-up. He is weakly shaking off his hands and proceeds to grab the door handle and pull open the door, he leaves. Should he have even washed? I wash my hands with soap. Then I stand in front of the door unable to open it, though unlocked. A handle dripping with “dick water.”

-T.M.

Transcribed by jjwood687 on Fiverr.

Sent via postcrossing to Ich_bin_Berliner who had SO MANY FUCKING RULES TO WHAT I COULD SEND HIM it's amazing I could send him anything at all.  After reading his profile and all his demands I actually revisited my own profile to edit it and make mine less demanding.  Maybe something was lost in translation.  Perhaps its not that demanding.  Maybe when I reach a point when my postcards sent are in the thousands I might feel entitled to make some demands on those sending me cards.  I am sure its a lot of work. I don't even know what I would do with 5700 postcards.  Hats off to that guy I guess.  But if I have become that bored with what I get from the site...why bother at all?  I don't know maybe when I mail and receive nearly 6000 cards I will have a better understanding.  A state of postcard nirvana that brings no peace...?

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