A working man has discovered the only way he feels any semblance of peace is to encase himself within the four confining walls of his favourite toilet cubical.
He finds the fact that he even has a favourite toilet cubicle a disgusting thought. He wanted to be in an international orchestra playing violin for a living. Instead he’s here, hiding in the prison walls of the toilet.
He remembers how the birds used to sing when he got up in the morning before his boring 9-to-5 job. Oh Jesus, those were the days, when his girlfriend was still with him and money didn’t matter.
During these moments of peace in the loo he likes to think of the happy times, before he returns to his grey drab cubicle. His least favourite cubicle of them all. Nowadays all he sees is cubicles.
He signed up to a dating site recently in the hope of some happiness seeping back into his life. He described himself as a working stiff but got banned for perverse sexual references and a message from the CEO which said “This site isn’t for prostitution, no one will ever love you”. Which in hindsight is pretty harsh really, isn’t it.
