Tinkle...Tinkle..

So.....

Picture this (ummmm, on second thought - if you know me personally ~ don't picture this).....

Rich and I stop for lunch and a Margarita today and that Margarita was absolutely "Bomb"; I stole that term from my daughter-in-law while on vacation recently). Afterwards we drove around town, your typical Sunday drive for the old folks! Rich wanted to pull into a local car dealership just to window shop and kill a little daylight - why not...but first - 

Me: "Honey, I need to pee".

Him: "Can you hold it?"

Me: "Maybe for a few minutes, but I really gotta go. Just park next door and we'll go in that store and browse a minute while I find a bathroom".

 

 So we pulled into Pier One to browse around with the intention of scoping out a bathroom run! No biggie. Rich takes a left to look like a real customer and I dart for the Women's Room!

Here's the kicker to this little diddy ~

Let me preface this by saying that WOMEN are horrible to forget to flush the toilet! I have no earthly idea why it's so difficult, but half the time someone leaves the stall and does not flush. Since I was about to wet my pants I decided to slap on a toilet seat cover and flush. Again, no biggie. I hurriedly plop my butt down while it's still flushing; who cares - not  me because I am peeing a river. 

And then....

I feel water hit my ass! I stand up enough to look down...there...and see that the toilet if clogged and rising like a flood getting ready to crest! I'm panicked because I can't stop peeing and I'm afraid I'm going to sending the flood waters over the edge!!! Men - just so you know, women do not come with a shutoff valve and once we've started peeing...we are going to finish regardless!

So I hold my breath, all the while standing at a squat .saying OUT LOUD to myself, "no, no, no...don't do this!!"....just watching until I'm finished and wanted to high-five someone because I didn't cause a breach in the levy!  I go ahead and wipe and throw in my tissue - what else was I gonna do??? As the waters start to recede I breath a sigh of sheer relief that I was not the one that caused an overflow.

I pity the woman who came behind me!

Peace!