I recently had an amusing experience
in the men's room
at work. I went
in, took care of my business
and went to unlock
the door to the stall
Uh oh, it's stuck
click click click click
, the lock won't turn.
But wait -- there was someone else in the restroom
, washing his hands. Who was it?
Someone I know? Someone I can ask for help? Wait a minute
-- ask for help
is that? "Er, excuse me. Yeah, yeah, you. See, I'm kind of, uh, stuck
in here. Can you fetch
some help?" I thought of Lassie
, and the cliché
s someone's distress to that telepathic
little boy. "What's that
? Someone is trapped in a restroom stall
?!" I decided against asking for
help. Besides, what possible help could anyone offer me; the lock
was on the inside.
After considering that, there remained only one question: over or under? I
pondered this as the anonymous
hand washer finished up and left. I sat in the
of the empty restroom for a moment. I had the almost irrepressible
pound on the door and scream "HELP! HELP! GET ME OUT OF HERE!"
The gap from
the floor to the bottom of the door measured about a foot and half and the door
extended upwards about 6 feet high. With very few footholds, the door would not be
trivial to scale, but I decided that would be a preferable alternative
crawling on the restroom floor, even though it was relative
ly clean as far as
I stood on the toilet
, placed a hand on the side wall of the stall
for support, and
towards the door. I grabbed the top of the door with both hands, supporting
myself. With my upper body
leaning over the top of the door, I just had to swing my
legs over and I'd be free
. Almost there.
Then I hear the restroom
door start to open.
To avoid the humiliating indignity
of having some management type
hanging halfway over the restroom door, I decided to drop back down and
pretend everything was normal. Nothing to see here
, move along.
As I sat and waited for the urinator
to finish up, I was struck by the absurdity
the situation and laughter began to swell
up inside me. A muffled giggle
turned into outright
laughter. The urinator
must have been
thoroughly bewildered by what I could have possibly found so comical
about going to
the restroom (and this thought
, of course, only served to make me laugh even harder).
As soon as the urinator
left, I quickly hopped back onto the toilet, grabbed the
wall, and launched myself over the door in one swift motion, ninja style
I washed my hands and quickly made my exit, chuckling to myself.
I think I'll avoid that stall in the future...