Why I Pissed in a Sink

Shell-less hard-boiled eggs littered the public toilet floor under the pale man. Shambling past me, he coughed up another one, tossed it into the sink, and left without a word.
There was only one stall. I opened the door and was greeted by a man straddling the toilet tank.
“So?” he said.
“So?” I said.
He pointed at a sign on the door: MAKE A WISH.
“Aren't I supposed to rub your lamp first?”
“You read that in a Cosmo? Make a bloody wish.”
An egg squished under my heel.
“I'll pass, thanks.”
“Pity,” he said and shooed me away.