Magical lavatory

 

 

Mystic movements

The office I worked at a few jobs back incorporated a magical lavatory.

By “magical”, I don’t mean notable for its propensity to host moderately quirky happenstances. This thing had its own micro-climate; there was always a harp playing in the background and you could sometimes see stars and the moon where the ceiling should have been.

Two out of every three times I visited it, something extraordinary happened.… Read the rest