Spring Break 2012. Family trip to Sanibel Island, Florida. Pretty normal fare right? You'd think...but we're involved, so there's gotta be a twist.
After doing my daddy duty and making sure everyone (even me) went potty before we hit the road...we hit the road.
Unfortunately, even proper prior planning can't hold off the onslaught of two tankards of coffee.
I'm gonna take a quick break in this tale to assure you, my gentle reader, that this isn't a mud butt story.
So anywho...I'm doing the tee tee dance behind the wheel. We're devising plans to relief my misery, when suddenly the clouds part, and angels begin to sing. Actually it was just my lovely co-pilot pointing out the convenience store near the entrance to the airport.
Thank ya Jeebus!
A quick Starsky & Hutch driving move, and I'm across a lane of traffic, into the parking lot, out of the car, and trotting as quick as bladderly possible into the store. I spot the men's room and make my way through the jerky displays towards urinary nirvana. Grab the knob...Shazam! Unlocked!!! I open the door to see something I won't soon unsee.
There was, in what I'd hoped to be my fortress of piss solitude, someone already there. But not just someone taking MY piss...this someone was taking a leak using his left hand, whilst scratching a lottery ticket with his right hand!
I backed out of the john, as quickly as I went in. I waited. Finally...a flush...hand washing...an the door to my relief opened. Dude, sorta scowling, walks by. I'm in like a flash.
This was an eyes rolling back in the head, pee-gasm.
After my sight returned, I noticed the lottery ticket in the trash. Obviously a loser. Made me wonder...was he mad I had interrupted, or was it that his dreams of a bathroom generated fortune were dashed?
Not my worry I reckon. There was a plane to catch.