Stall pleasure reading

I don’t want to be seen carrying a magazine into the men’s restroom, especially the kind I read (Xbox or PC Gamer; get your mind out of the gutter!). Normally I’ll stick it inside my jacket but today I didn’t have a jacket. I borrowed an old trick from my teenager days and rolled it around my leg, tucked it under my socks, and let my pants drape over it. It worked back when I had to smuggle a playboy in or out of my bedroom, why wouldn’t it work now?

But then I ran into a chatty CEO on my way and was reminded of the time my dad interrupted a similar smuggling operation because he needed help; fortunately, both times turned out safe. Although nervous, my cover wasn’t blown. Each near disaster was soon followed by a bit of pleasure reading and other bathroom activities.