Percussive fashion?
Monday, October 12, 2009
Walked into the RedWest-E restroom just now.
Greeted by loud metal-on-metal crashing sounds from one of the stalls. The sound stopped, I think because the person realized there was someone else in the restroom, then resumed a few seconds later, accompanied by grunts.
“Are... you all right in there?” I asked.
Crashing stopped again. “Yeah,” he answered. “I’m having trouble with my belt.” And the crashing resumed, continued until I left the restroom a couple of minutes later.
Must’ve been one hell of a belt.