So I was in the computer lounge during the break just now, and a chair was open next to a computer. Naturally, I sat down.
After a few seconds I noticed that I was sitting on a warm, wet spot on the chair. As I got up, my hand brushed the spot, only to realize that it was noticeably damp. Then I smelled my hand.
Pee. Someone peed on the chair, left the room, and I just sat on it.
I'd like to point out that we're in medical school, ostensibly learning things like "sterility" and "washing your hands when you walk into a patient's room". Apparently we're also taking "Public Urination 101: How To Pee On Chairs" . I must have forgotten to go to that class. We may be dealing with a serial pee-er, folks.
I am so wierded out right now I can't even begin to describe how wierded out I am. What is with my bizarre luck with chairs lately? My life has gotten so surreal...