What I Walked Into

One happened to me the other day has probably happened to almost everyone who might find themselves reading this story. However, there are exceptions to every rule. The exceptions are those of you that are afraid to use public restrooms, water closets, loos, or whatever else they might be called around the world. Luckily, I don’t have this problem. I had been visiting a sick friend at the hospital and was on my way out of the building when I decided to pay a visit to the ladies room. I spied those helpful signs pointing me to the correct door and I walked right in. Oh my Goodness! Oh my Goodness! I had walked into the most disgusting, awful smelling, eye watering stench that I had ever smelled. It made my knees weak. I had broken my cardinal rule: I never use a bathroom that has only one stall. The stench can get stuck in there for days. I don’t know who the culprit was; I guess I shouldn’t say that, because it is a bathroom after all. All I know is I hate to do that to other people that’s why I carry one of those miniature Lysol sprays around with me. It’s common courtesy—strike a match---spray some perfume—do anything. Just don’t leave it hanging there for someone, namely me, to walk into.