It was a long bus ride home from Mexico. I was 15 and it was my first time out of the country. I had gone down to Mexico to build some houses for families who couldn't afford them. The whole time I was in Mexico I was worried about getting sick from the water or food down there, but I never did. It wasn't until I ate tacos from Jack in the Box in San Diego on the drive home that I got sick. At first I felt fine after eating the tacos, but the next morning I woke up in San Diego, got on the bus to head home, and all of the sudden it hit me. I needed to use the bathroom and I needed to use it NOW. I sat there in misery for about 15 minutes before the bus finally pulled up to a McDonalds. As soon as the doors opened I sprinted from the bus to the bathroom. When I stepped into the restroom I noticed there were 3 stalls. Plenty of options for planting my soon to explode butt somewhere. But there was a problem. Two of the three stalls were out of order. Just as I was about to walk into the one stall that was working, another guy walked in...to pee. There were 2 urinals being unused and this guy decided he needed the privacy of a stall to urinate. I stood there clinching my butt cheeks harder than ever. For a moment I considered sitting down in an out of order stall. Just as I was about to give up hope, the guy walked out of the only working stall. I got there just in time. A second longer and I would have been in real trouble. It would have been so much easier had the other man in the bathroom knew the moral of this blog post...
Guys, the urinal is for one thing, the stall is for another thing. Get it right.
