(Keep in mind this all happened in an instant.)

I just visited the bathroom at the library to open the door and find a young man, glabrous like I, staring at himself in the mirror. Surprised by my intrudence, he quickly turned towards the door and mumbled these words, “Sorry. Excuse me. I was just looking for something.” You were looking for something!? You were checking yourself out in the mirror, holmes.

The men’s bathroom can be awkward at times. It’s a mixture of personal and public that produces awkward. To this lad I extend grace. Go on, look at yourself in the mirror. Nevermind me.