This is probably one of my favorite stories involving my hetero-life-mate J.
This was our second semester out of High School, we were college students...we were top-shelf feags. Every Friday we went to Annie Moore's Pub (wearing special hats we bought just to wear at the Pub), and atleast once a week we would try a different restaurant nearby. On that fateful day, we chose Fire-House Subs.
After waiting close to half an hour to get our sammiches (the line was ridiculously long). We sat down to enjoy, but here's a fun factoid about J: He loves spicy foods, this kid puts Texas Pete on EVERYTHING (or Chalulu Sauce) and he said "fuck it, I want the hottest sauce they got". I forget what the name of the sauce was, he puts a good tablespoon or so on his sandwich and chows down. Moments later...
"Oh my gosh...OH my gosh...OH MY GOSH!"
That hot huh?
"My whole face is burning..."
Luckily I had enough time to eat my sandwich before he says, "I have to go to the bathroom NOW!". I am not 100% sure if there was a bathroom at that Fire-House Subs, but I know that we went into the Shopping Center to use the bathroom there.
"Bojac, I think I'm going to die."
We get to the bathroom safely, and he destroys it for the next 45 minutes. The noises of pain he made was so horrible, yet so funny since it wasn't happening to me.
Now after about 5 minutes, I get bored and wander into the Ram's Head Book Store just across the hall and start looking around. Forty minutes or so pass by...still no J. I hope he's alright.
I head back over to the bathroom, where I see him coming out.
"Wait, you weren't outside the door?"
No J, I was in the bookstore.
"For how long?"
About forty minutes.
"That wasn't you outside the bathroom?"
It turns out, that Justin had heard somebody outside the bathroom door. It was one of those onesie bathrooms where it's only one room with like a toilet and a sink on opposite ends. So if anybody else had to use the bathroom, they would have to wait. So Justin heard someone outside the door, and assumed it was me. Turns out, he was singing to what he thought was me. So I get this hilarious image in my head of J, sitting on a toilet, hands covering his face, singing "A Whole New World" to a stranger standing outside the bathroom door.
Until next time, Bojac.
