was my favorite toilet

So,

at work (Photolab) we have an upstairs bathroom. We use a key to open a door that leads to steps which leads to a door. That door then leads to the bathroom. In between that small journey to my destination, i pass by many doors, a law office, Body conditioning Pilates, Graphic design studio, and a water fountian.

The point of this story is that my co-worker Sergio just recently shared with me a tragic story that took place in the bathroom that i visit atleast 3 times a day during my 8hr shift.

Years ago(5+) a worker at the near by store had made her way to the bathroom during her late night shift. At the time our small complex had an elevator. As she stepped into a the elevator she was accompanied by the buildings security guard....sadly he then grabbed her..covered her mouth...and carried her to the mens restroom, were he rapped and murdered the young woman.

Now, from reports this disturbing account happened at the back of the mens restroom....where i usually go(#1/2).
The back stall is far away from the restroom door. For some reason i once found comfort there, but not after i heard this story. Not going to lie, it gave me chills. That a sick person would do that.....not only was that disturbing, but the sheer fact that i was handling my personal business in the same place, possibly the EXACT SAME SPOT.......essh.

In reality, we are constantly walking on, passing by, sitting down, or visiting places with tragic histories. But, not all of us have the knowlege of those events.



I DO!...