I went to the mall today, thinking it would be less crowded than it had been before Christmas. I was right.
While there, I stopped into the men's room.
I went into the stall. A few minutes later, a guy came into the next stall.
(and no, this is not going where you think it is by the way...sadly).
I heard him put the toilet seat up and close the door.
Then, two feet from my feet, just under the partition he set down on the floor a black handgun.
Three seconds later he set down a silver one right next to it.
I tried not to breathe. I got up as quickly as I could, gave a cursory wash to the hands, (I'm not dying with germs on my hands, sorry), and nervously hustled my way out of the mall.
On my way out I tried to find a mall security guard, but couldn't, and frankly I didn't want to be there any longer than I had to be.
I'm sure he'd left the bathroom by the time I'd gotten to out of the food court, and I have no idea what he looked like. I only saw the two handguns, and that's all I needed to see, so there would be little info I could tell anyway.
I haven't heard of any mass killings at the mall today yet, so I guess it turned out all right, but it does make me wonder.
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