Thomas: On surviving university.

I remember it like it was yesterday. My first year of University. I carpooled with an old high school friend, Thomas, that year. Though we both graduated the same year, he was finishing his final year towards his computer science degree, and I was just starting mine (I had taken a long break after high school). Every morning, I'd sit in his car and listen to his crappy music. It was either that or talk radio. During the lulls in traffic, he'd turn to me and offer me advice and pointers about all the little facets that the campus had to offer. He'd tell me about all the nooks and crannies and best kept secrets like which lounge was the quietest and had the softest couches for sleeping, or the quickest route possible from building A to building B. Now that I think about it, I probably wouldn't have lasted very long if it wasn't for his guidance. I should remind myself to thank him one day.

We were walking from the parking lot towards our respective classes. All of a sudden, Thomas tugs on my sleeve.

"Neil."

"Huh."

"This building..."

"What about it?"

"Duff Roblin."

"Yes?"

"They have the cleanest bathrooms."

I paused. "Okay..."

"If you ever need to go, top floor, Duff Roblin."

"Uhh thanks, Thomas." I shook my head.

"What do they study in that building anyway?"

Thomas shrugged.

Fast forward to today. I'm climbing the steps of Duff Roblin...

"Thomas sat here." I thought to myself as I stared down at a shiny porcelain bowl. I sat.

5 minutes later...
I was in awe of how quiet it was up here. Just then, another gentleman walked in to use the urinal. I could see his feet peeking from under the barrier. Do you ever just freeze and try to make as little noise as possible when somebody walks in and you're on the throne in a public washroom? The gentleman concluded his business, zipped up and moved away from my stall. His footsteps grew fainter. I heard the door swing open and shut abruptly. Silence... That bastard didn't wash his hands!!! I let it slide this time since we were in the pristine, spotless bathroom of Duff Roblin's top floor. Nostalgia swept over me as I reminisced over what seemingly was a pointless conversation was actually a grave matter of hygiene.

In the bible, Thomas was the one who doubted. Not my Thomas, he was wise.

It's been 3 years since that conversation. I still have no idea what they do in Duff Roblin.

*Disclaimer: One should always wash their hands after using a public bathroom.