Mood: surprised
So, I'm washing my hands in an upstairs restroom in this building a few hours ago when I stand back from the basin and begin drying my hands with a length of rough paper towel I've cranked out. Then, I notice beneath the counter that there's this tan-colored object lying there on the tiles. It's a mammalian moment, see. The hominid just HAS to know what that thing is. But, it's a fairly fastidious hominid that may not want to touch it or to know.
A weird fruit of some kind? A crushed velour burrito? A hand-axe from a dig in Tanzania? Let's kick it and find out!
KLAANGGGG!!!
What the fuck?! It's cast iron!
Tee hee!
I take off and I'm not going back. What the hell was that thing and why is it sitting there like that?