In case you gotta pee…
When you visit a public bathroom, you usually find a line of women, so
you smile politely and take your place. Once it’s your turn, you
check for feet under the stall doors. Every stall is occupied. Finally, a door
opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the stall.
You get in only to find the door won’t latch. It doesn’t matter.The dispenser for the modern “seat covers” (invented by someone’s
Mom, no doubt) is handy, but empty. You would hang your purse on the door
hook, if there were one, but there isn’t - so you carefully but
quickly drape it around your neck, (Mom would turn over in her grave if you
put it on the FLOOR!), yank down your pants, and assume “The Stance.”In this position your aging, toneless thigh muscles begin to shake.
