The Sacred Bond

There’s a secret and sacred bond that is formed between two men who emerge from side-by-side bathroom cubicles at the same time. Like in Harry Potter, where one of those shiny strands emanates from their wands and joins two people together in an everlasting curse thingy, so is this bond formed.

You see it’s not every day that two men emerge from bathroom cubicles at the same time. Most of the time either you emerge or he’ll emerge first and neither of you will know who the other one is. Or who it was who let off that “10 second continuous stinker” (which is quite a feat btw). However, when you’ll come out of the cubicle at the same time...that changes things a bit.

You see, now you KNOW who let off that stinker. For 10 seconds. Continuously.

And so a secret bond is formed. Like most secret and sacred bonds among men it’s formed because both men know that they’ve just done something dirty. So you wash your hands quietly. An uneasy silence prevails. He (or you) doesn’t know whether he (you) should be proud of that 10 second stinker. Or if it’s some sort of record. You mumble something quietly about the weather.

Slowly the uneasiness wears off. He laughs and says something about eating chole bature last night. You smile, knowing the powerful effects of channa, on otherwise harmless gas.

And slowly but surely, that bond is formed. But you still never eat his wife’s chole bature.