He’s in the coffee shop restroom. It has an electronic lock. Press in the code to enter. Each button beeps. Press another button when you’re inside to secure it. A red light means it’s locked.
He can hear someone entering the code. Alarm ticking up, he watches the door. Did he lock it?
His worry amuses him. What will they see? A white man sitting on a toilet. They’ll see his pale thighs. Oh, no!
Inner laughter rolls. It’s the one who walks in on him who will suffer at that sight.
Michael Seidel, writer 
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