My friend was overly excited about the handicapped bathroom in our shared hotel room. She sat her 105 pound self down on the flimsy plastic shower seat hung delicately from the wall, and it made a painful creak. I made a note to self to not give that option a try. Two hours of sleep later, I rather fancied the idea of sitting down while washing up.
Let's just say I compromised the integrity of the contraption. It made a rather loud Crack as my coccyx ricocheted off a metal post then onto the tile floor. The pain was magnificent, but nothing compared to the fear of my coworkers barging in to see my naked body sprawled about the floor. Suffice to say, my tour of the city was sheer agony.

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