I stepped into the stall, did my 2-second business, and stood back up. I flushed quickly and was adjusting my shirt when I felt...water? I looked down. Why is there water on the floor, I asked myself. Was that there before?
Horrified, I looked behind me. Of course.
The toilet was spilling out water. Actually, spilling doesn't describe what was happening. Gushing is the more appropriate word.
Why am I still standing in it?!
I did a hop/jump/shimmy out of the stall. I'm sure my eyes were wide. What do I do? Leave?Tell someone? I glanced around the bathroom. I was alone, but for how long? When would someone walk in and give me a disgusted look?
I wasn't about to stand around and find out.
I mustered up some confidence and with extreme grace, I walked out of the bathroom and into the movie.
p.s. I know you're wondering. I have hand sanitizer. Too bad I couldn't rub it on my feet.
Was your Friday this wonderful?