The Hidden Room.

When I was 18 years old I began working for a local clothing store. It was one of those giant stores that had tons of departments and hundreds of people walking through all day long.

I thought it was a pretty good job. The pay was decent and I was able to get lost in the shelves of clothing without having to deal with very many customers.

Several of my friends also worked there. We would go outside to smoke cigarettes and drink sodas on break. We would often find ourselves walking around the store together and having a good time.

All in all, I really don't think I could have asked for a better job at that age.

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Of course, I didn't want to work at a clothing store forever. In fact, the reason that I ultimately quit that job was because they wanted to promote me. That might sound strange, but I didn't want to stay there.

So I left.

This story is about a true event that happened at that clothing store. It probably happened about 4 months before I put in my walking papers.

As I said earlier, I really did like that job. There were hundreds of people in the store all day though, and I always found it incredibly unusual that there was only one bathroom.

One day I was exploring the back of the stock room when I came across a small broom closet. This closet was at the very back left of the store in a place that no one ever walked by.

Most of the cleaning items were in much more accessible locations.

Nevertheless, I noticed that the brooms and mops in this closet seemed to be very new and in good condition. I grabbed a broom that had apparently never been used and started cleaning my department with it. I felt lucky to have found this closet that had equipment that was in such great shape.

Returning the broom to the closet, I noticed a door in the back by the shelf. It had a lock on it and I assumed that I would not be able to turn the handle. I was wrong.

The door opened up into a tile floor way with a wall that was also covered in tile. There was a little area where you could turn left. Cool. I thought to myself. A tunnel or something like that.

When I turned the corner I was greeted by something much more interesting than a dirty tunnel. It was a completely pristine and apparently unused bathroom.

There were three stalls and a giant sink. The soap was completely filled to the top. All of the stalls had full rolls of toilet paper in them. The floor ceilings and all of the metal fixtures were in perfect shape.

Somebody using this bathroom? Did somebody know about this bathroom and kept a secret from everyone?

I thought that must be the case..... but I started using the bathroom and never saw another soul in there. I used it in the morning, in the afternoon, and sometimes in the evening.

Nobody ever went in there.

I noticed that the soap was not getting restocked. The toilet paper was not getting refilled. Apparently, I was the only one it was using everything in there and no one was coming in there to replace it.

As strange as it sounds, it looked like this bathroom had been completely forgotten when the store was designed originally. Somebody had set it up, stocked it, and cleaned it and then left it alone.

I had to grab supplies from the other bathroom to restock the hidden bathroom that I was using. I continued to use it during my 4 months there and I never told anybody else about it.

I still think about what a strange thing it was to have that hidden bathroom.

It was definitely cool.