John, call me, Bob...

Four little words. I see them almost every day. Middle urinal, Towson Center arena mens locker room bathroom.

Now, I'm normally quite used to the graffiti on the walls of the bathroom. However, I'm used to incredibly inappropriate sexual suggestions or propositions.

I'm not, however, used to seeing a plea.

John, call me, Bob


Now, I've seen it for the better part of three years. And a myriad of different scenarios have passed through my brain. I've thought about this. Why did Bob need John to call him? And why did he have to go the "scrawl above the urinal" route, and not a more straight forward approach? Did Bob wrong John somehow? Was it a joke that only Bob and John would understand? Why did Bob write it so gosh darn small?

I've resigned myself to the fact that I'll never know. Who knows how long it was there before I started using that bathroom on a semi-regular basis, let alone the once a day at least basis that I use it now. John and Bob may no longer be anywhere near Towson University.

But their legacy will remain, as long as that scrawl remains, forever confusing suckers like me who use the center urinal in the men's locker room bathroom in the Towson Center.

Though that scenario has occurred to me as well. That it was only done to make some idiot (HI!) wonder about it needlessly. If that's truly the case, I can only tip my cap to the prankster. Bravo good sir. Bravo.