I have a High School Senior that I have to drive to school. It takes about 20 minutes to get him there but the drive is a straight shot. He spent the break staying up ridiculous hours and destroying his sleep pattern as teenagers are prone to do.

Last night I reminded him to go to bed at a decent time because school was starting. This morning I realized he was not up when he should have been, so I called and woke him up. He sounded so tired and out of it. But he got up showered and we left for school. He spends the ride in the back seat nodding off and yawning while leaving product all over my window.

I dropped him outside of the school and started driving back home. Because of the way his school is set up, I may or may not see other parents or kids when I drop him off. But everything was normal. Same shit, different year.

I get about eight miles down the road and realize he is calling me. The sound was down on my phone so it took a minute and by the time I answered, it had disconnected. So I call him back. I figure his glasses are in the car or something. He said I needed to come back. I ask why? Ready to lecture him on responsibility.

Turns out. . . School starts tomorrow. And he had called me three times. He was standing out there about 20 minutes before I got back.

TL;DR Woke up and exhausted high school senior, took them to school, left them there and drove off. School starts tomorrow.

I, straight 30m, just saw Poor Things (incredible movie, highly recommend) by myself and in the middle of it I had to go to the bathroom. I was alone at the urinal when I realized I had to take a shit. And at that moment another guy walked in and started pissing too. Older guy, kinda fat, glasses, balding. I reconsidered taking a shit because of the awkwardness with my new companion in the bathroom but knew I'd regret it once I returned to my seat. So I stopped pissing and went into the handicap stall behind me to do the business. I immediately realized it was a good call because it was going to be explosive. We all know the feeling. And out of respect for him and his nostrils I decided to wait until he left to unleash. I could kinda see him through the crack of the stall as he was right in front of me, but he wasn't leaving. He actually turned 90 degrees so he was perpendicular to the urinal and me. Wtf? And for what felt like eternity he appeared he was adjusting his pants or something. That thought creeps in like "Is he doing what I think he's doing? There's no way, he can't, that doesn't happen in real life Oh he's just adjusting his belt, right?" Then I saw what I feared most would occurr and he whipped out his fuckin dick and started stroking this limp thing! I was in shock. Luckily I had a counterattack of my own. I immediately unleashed my explosive shit and thank god it sent him fumbling and scurrying away. Honestly Poor Things was so good I immediately returned to my seat to finish the movie and didnt fully realize what occurred until after the film. I have no problem with homosexuality but that was uncalled for and I've been uncomfortable since. Wild experience at the theaters. Idk if that's a gay pick up spot or what but be careful in movie theater bathrooms.

TL;DR I moved from the urinal to the stall to take an unforeseen shit and the only other guy in the bathroom took that as some sort of sign and began jerking off in front of my stall. Until I scared him away with my explosive shit