That Awkward Moment
There comes a time in every person’s life when they realize the stall they have inhibited for the moment doesn’t have any toilet paper. Yes, unfortunately, these moments come when we have sat down and not when we need to blow our nose.
Recently, while at work, I found myself in this predicament. So, I prepared for the departure of one stall for the comfort of one I was sure possessed the paper I so separately needed! Wrong! Stall number two was mysteriously devoid of the beloved after affects of a recently chopped down tree.
Strike two! On to the next stall. “He swings and misses.”
No papyrus here either. Three stalls and one left. As I ran for stall number four, I glanced at the paper towel machine hoping to end my frustration. Damn, no paper towels, either.
Well, shit! Pun intended. No paper and twelve minutes before I had to be back in class. Oh, did I mention, I teach! I began to see a bright light and wished myself a heart attack. At least that way, my paperless ass could be blamed on heart failure! No such luck.
Praying, now a sympathetic, middle- aged adult would wander in and help me from embarrassment and shame. Six minutes before the bell rings. Come on, I nervously pleaded to no one!
I was having trouble remembering if it broke off cleanly when suddenly Elaine from Seinfeld pop conveniently in my head asking for the lady next door to “Spare a square.” But alas, there seemed to be no square in sight.






