Okay, it was strange.

First of all, I bought and started reading a book about the philosophy of Vincent Van Gogh. (Yes, the artist. I don’t know about him writing any philosophy books.) To my retroactive surprise, I was actually able to read the intro and it contained some insightful ideas, although I didn’t remember much.

Then when I went to the toilet in the shop, and stood near a far wall, a girl about my age walked in and (the men’s and women’s sections were not separated there, just some distance away) started urinating into one of the men’s toilets, standing. From what I managed to see from my position, apparenly she didn’t have a dong, so…