Wormholes.

Sometimes when I walk in to the bathroom in Oakwoood, I have an indie movie moment. It happens when the the world is at ruin and everything is going wrong. I walk into the old, abused room and time stops. The fluorescent lighting shows off the contrast between the green and white paint and exposes the dirty corners that makes a mom squeamish.The room is vacant. I then walk up to the porcelain urinal to do what I came to do. It is at this serene moment when tragedy strikes. The wiring of the automatic flusher short circuits and triggers the water to fall into the abyss. I haven't even began to relieve myself and the sensor senses I have left my position in front of it. I laugh to myself and relax again when it happens again! The sensor believes I stood there, left, came back, stood there, and left again. But I was there the whole time! I don't know why this is so tragic (probably because I just wasted twice as much water than i should have used.) I gather myself and try and complete my mission. The third time is a charm and I leave the urinal. The mechanism works, the urinal flushes, and all is good (except it wasted more water with the third flush.) I proceed to wash and dry my hands and then exit the room. As I walk back into reality, I just wonder and then smile.