Some Posts Are Better Left Forgotten

...so I haven't posted in a few days.  And I promise that I'll make a real one tonight.  But there's good news, I found an old one that I wrote in the airport on the way here and never uploaded.

It was titled:  Room to Spread Out

I'll admit it.  I sometimes use the wheelchair accessible bathroom stalls.  It's something I always feel really guilty about...but something that I end up doing anway.  And never before had something gone awry while committing this act...until today.

I was using the stall in question at the JFK airport...when I heard the door open.  And it was not the sound of shoes that followed the creaking door, but that of metal and plastic.

"Shit..." I muttered as I imagine the multitude of guilt inducing characters that could be making their way to this very stall.

I couldn't risk it.  Pure instinct took over and I pulled up my pants.  I grabbed my backpack and laptop case and prepared to fake a limp. Imagining the following scenario as I hobbled out of the stall.  I would say to this person:

"Oh...sorry sir.  You must have mistaken me for some jerk that uses the handicapped stall when there are other stalls available because he likes the spaciousness they provide.  Not me though.  I recently hurt my leg and that's why I'm using this stall.  Oh, don't worry, it's not that bad.  I'll be just fine, don't mind me as I switch bathroom stalls!"

But no, that's not what happened at all.  Instead, it was a 9 year old boy on crutches, leaning up against the wall and using a urinal.

Good thing he didn't have to poop.