A couple of Saturdays ago Bridgette, Lillie, Lydia, and I trekked half-way across the state to attend a baby shower honoring my daughter-in-law, Jessica. It was quite a trip. We made good time and decided to stop and eat lunch. We were greeted by a buffalo. It was quite a scary site. You can see what I'm talking about HERE.
Then, we hopped back on the interstate and traversed a short way only to come to a dead stop a mere seven miles from our exit. There had been some sort of accident and a tractor-trailer-rig had turned over on the side of the road. So, we waited a good forty-five minutes or so there.
When we finally made it to our exit, I asked Bridgette, our driver, to stop so that I could take a potty break. As soon as she stopped in the parking lot of Dottie's Marine, I zipped inside to take care of business. This was what greeted me when I opened the door to the women's restroom:
Now, I have a question for you. Just say that you were in a rush and you zipped in to take care of business and you didn't bring a friend along. Just say that you quickly chose the first throne you came to. Explain what you would do when the time came that you needed a length of toilet paper...
Don't you think this is sort of an interesting configuration for a bathroom?