David Lynch Directs My Life

I left the lab and returned to my office building around 11:00 AM on Friday, frustrated and working on a caffeine headache. I walked past the men’s restroom. Standing in the open doorway was a man wearing a white t-shirt that was tight over his belly and blue nylon shorts. He looked like my gym teacher. He was facing into the room.

At this point I hear a muffled and anxious “shit!” from inside the bathroom. I see a tiny man in his sixties wearing big yellow rubber gloves and horn rimmed glasses. He’s hunched over and looking down at the floor. I glance at the gym teacher. He’s holding a stopwatch.