I was at the mall one day on my way out when suddenly I get a piercing pain in my stomach. At the moment I was near JC Penny so I go in there and look for the bathroom. When I get in there, there is a man, between 45-50 years old if I had to guess, at the urinal. I didn't pay much attention to him as I'm in a hurry to unload my ass. I close the stall door and go about doing my business.
As I'm sitting there feeling the huge relief I notice through the openings between the stall door and the walls that the man is still standing at the urinal and occasionally looking back in my direction. I thought it was strange, like what the fuck is he doing, but I ignore it for the time being. After he looks back like 3 or 4 times he's finally done with the urinal and goes to the sink. He puts his bags on the side and goes to wash his hands and as he is washing his hands he looks in my direction with the help of the mirror in front of the sink and also looking back occasionally towards me. This time I think, this dude is a fucking weirdo but still I try to ignore it. After this goes on for 2 or 3 minutes he is finally done washing his hands.
I see him go to the side, that would be the area where he put his bags which I can't see since it was in front of the stall door, and I think that he is finally leaving so I look to the floor and let out a sigh of relief. When I look up this dude had his face slammed against the opening between the door and wall looking inside at me. As soon as I see this I hit the door really hard and yell "what the fuck?!". He gets scared and runs out of the bathroom. I got up and put my pants on, didn't even bother wiping, and run out the door ready to hit this fucker in the face, but he was nowhere to be found, I looked for him for a good 10 minutes all over the area but I couldn't find him. I returned to the bathroom pissed off and defeated.
As I'm sitting there feeling the huge relief I notice through the openings between the stall door and the walls that the man is still standing at the urinal and occasionally looking back in my direction. I thought it was strange, like what the fuck is he doing, but I ignore it for the time being. After he looks back like 3 or 4 times he's finally done with the urinal and goes to the sink. He puts his bags on the side and goes to wash his hands and as he is washing his hands he looks in my direction with the help of the mirror in front of the sink and also looking back occasionally towards me. This time I think, this dude is a fucking weirdo but still I try to ignore it. After this goes on for 2 or 3 minutes he is finally done washing his hands.
I see him go to the side, that would be the area where he put his bags which I can't see since it was in front of the stall door, and I think that he is finally leaving so I look to the floor and let out a sigh of relief. When I look up this dude had his face slammed against the opening between the door and wall looking inside at me. As soon as I see this I hit the door really hard and yell "what the fuck?!". He gets scared and runs out of the bathroom. I got up and put my pants on, didn't even bother wiping, and run out the door ready to hit this fucker in the face, but he was nowhere to be found, I looked for him for a good 10 minutes all over the area but I couldn't find him. I returned to the bathroom pissed off and defeated.