So I get off the plane after a long and stressful business trip. I can feel the pressure of the week slowly subsiding and I have a song in my head. I’m humming to myself …dum, dum, dada, da, dum, dum, dum, dum.

I decide that before I make the long drive home, I best take a moment to relieve myself at the airport’s restroom. As I move slowly past the stalls I can’t help but see, through the openings between the panels, that some are occupied. As I enter the next available space, still humming…., I notice that the facility has been rather “well used”. The stall is a mess and as I “paper the seat” I realize that when I do finally get up the courage to sit myself down, I’ll have to spread my legs rather wide to prevent my pant legs from touching the “overspray” on the floor.

So there I am, legs spread wide, tapping my foot to the song in my head, and humming my gay little tune. Now….it looks like I might be here for a bit, so I decide to pull a magazine out of my luggage that’s leaning against the stall door. As I reach forward my foot slips on the wet floor and slides over against the foot of the person in the next stall over. I quickly pull my foot away as I reach down below the wall and wave at him in an “I’m sorry” kind of way. “You’re under arrest “, he says.

It doesn’t look like it’s going to be a very good day!