Secrets From a Bathroom Stall

I hate public restrooms. They are nasty and gross and the only positive thing that comes out of them (besides getting to use the bathroom) are the funny stories Sharpied on the stall walls. Unfortunately for me, I downed two waters at dinner so my first stop when I reached the movie theatre was the bathroom.


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.

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.

Classy.

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?