washroom wisdom

Sketchy washrooms aren't so bad afterall.

The moment I stepped into the tiny, cramped restroom, I smelled the horrible odour of you-know-what and I was actually considering waiting until I got back home... but I really had to go since I had drank (had drunk? I'm not sure what the past participle is of "to drink")two bottles of water earlier. Or was it three? I'm not sure. Bottom line, I was desperate so I decided that this was not the time to be all princessy and just DEAL WITH IT. As I mustered up all the courage I had (not much, I can tell you that), I walked into the green stall...
... and I found bathroom GRAFFITI all over the wall and FELL IN LOVE. It was like I was accepted into this secret club where I could read all these secret conversations of complete strangers, read the lamest yo-mama jokes, and some inspirational quotes... the only one I can recall right now is "What doesn't kill you can't hurt you" written in neat cursive near the bottom-ish part of the stall. I don't know who wrote this, but at the time I thought this was pretty clever. Although now I'm thinking about it, and it isn't really reasonable. What if you get hit by a bus and you don't die? I'm pretty sure that you'll be in a heck of a lot of pain (ask Regina George). I know, I know, it's supposed to be metaphorical and stuff, but obviously the person who made this quote up has never been hit by a bus. Just sayin...