Overheard in the Women’s Bathroom at THON
I was in the women’s bathroom for all of three minutes when I realized it needed to be the spot of our latest Overheard post. Between the girls sitting miserably on the floor and complaining to their friends about how much their feet hurt to the ladies shampooing their hair and brushing their teeth, it was clear that the women’s bathroom revealed how even the most passionate THON-ers felt after 36 hours on their feet.
I couldn’t stay too long because the smell started to give me a headache, so instead of our usual format, I’m bringing you the top 15 moments in the bathroom. What I found was a whole lot of silence as girls stared blankly into space coupled with some great conversations. Welcome to Overheard: The Women’s Bathroom at THON edition.
Girl in green sorority tank-top: “I have a floor pass….well I’m on the list.”
Her friend: “Yeah, you and everyone else at Penn State.”
Girl in pink tutu: “Oh my god, what are you doing here?”
Her friend: “Going to the bathroom.”
Girl in DAR shirt: “Will you break my legs, so I get a pass to sit down?”
Girl in stall, quietly, then gradually louder: “Help … HELP.”
Blatantly lying girl wearing purple beads: “It’s like frustrating because I’m not even tired.”
Girl in full body spandex doing yoga: “I’m trying to go to my happy place…AKA anywhere but here.”
Girl with nose ring whispering to herself as she washes her hands: “Waaaaaater.”
Girl with maroon THON T-shirt in line: “I kinda just want to get naked out here, but I need to change my underwear. Does anyone care?”
Girl with white tutu and yellow high socks: “I just want to siiiiit.”
*Sinks to the floor to join five others*
Her friend: “Are you OK? You’re just sad? Do you want a mint?”
Girl in daisy headband: “Right now, I don’t need caffeine because I think my body naturally produces caffeine.”
Girl with broken flower headband: “Does this look dumb?”
Girl with pink scrunchie: “Do you want to see the blisters on my feet?”
Her friend: “No.”
Girl with green fanny pack: “THON is my capstone project.”
Delirious R&R committee member: “WHY AREN’T THESE PAPER TOWELS COMING OUT?”
Her friend: “Can you not see the empty roll?”
R & R Captain, looking around in horror at all the people sitting on the floor: “Alright, everyone needs to stand up RIGHT THIS SECOND.”
Girl in blue tutu, whispering to her friend: “She’s Satan.”
And that was my cue to leave.
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The 20-minute wait for your spot in the queue dwarfs other trials of endurance and actually makes them feel like fleeting moments.
Shoutout to Ticketmaster, for making what was already a stressful, frustrating, and anxiety-riddled process four times as long and ten times as confusing.
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