Rest Area Shennanigans

Sometimes we still travel on land, and when we do, we stop at rest areas.  Sometimes you have an unintended adventure--it's just Murphy's way.

So, for those baby boomers out there . . . you remember what your mom told you about using public toilets right? Never touch the seat, squat over it. I was following my mother's advice at a rest area, when the paper got stuck. I gently tugged the end of the paper, and the entire roll jumped into the toilet behind me, roller and all. In my mind, I can hear my dad saying that you can't flush that because it will clog the toilet, so . . . I whorl around to see the damage just in time to hear the automatic flusher kick in. I scream "noooooooo!" Then I do the unthinkable and grab the roll from the tainted water and hurl it into the trash can across the room, just in the nick of time. I then wash my hands very thoroughly several times and exit the lady's room nonchalantly, confident that I have averted a near disaster.