So, tonight at work. Okay.

I’m in the bathroom changing because Ian and I decided we were going to go to the gym right after work. Now, bear in mind, we don’t late seat for any of the performances at my theatre. No. Late. Seating. It’s the biggest pain in my ass since…well, anything. Anyway, I’m changing in the last stall and I hear this woman come stomping in the bathroom. I immediately think, “Grrrrreeeeaaaaat. A late person. I wonder how long we’ll be here tonight.” As I go to grab my shoes, she yells, “YOU’VE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME.” 

This bitch obviously does not know I am a stall away from her because she starts BEATING HER FISTS AGAINS THE STALL, STOMPING, AND GRUNTING LIKE THE BATSHIT CRAZY PERSON SHE IS.

I froze. I felt like, if this bitch knows I’m in here, she’s going to rip me into tiny pieces.

So, I did what any logical person in my situation would do:

I grabbed my shit and ran out of the bathroom away from miss crazy as she continued to sob like someone had just eaten her firstborn.

Fun times with city theatre. Tune in next time.