Last summer I went on vacation with my roommate and her sister. I was flying back from Florida to Seattle and let me tell you what a horrible trip that was. I got up half way through the flight to go to the bathroom. I was wearing a pair of white Bermuda shorts and a tank top since I was sun burnt on my lower legs and shoulders. When I got done using the bathroom, I was half way out the door when this old man forced his way inside to use the bathroom himself. That did not bother me as much as the fact that he had to bring a cup of coffee with him and poured it all down the back of my shorts and my legs. Not that my legs weren’t already burnt!
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ooowww…
What was he doing taking a cup of coffee to the bathroom? That alone gets him the "moron award"…
Suuuuuuuure, that's what happened. I think that you are really Mr. Poopy-Pants trying to pretend that it was just coffee that got spilled on your butt.
Wow! That was a spellbinding story! Maybe some Hollywood producer will read it and make it into a movie!!!