Today started like any other day for your standard office commuter. Upon nearing my workplace, I decided to stop and fill my gas tank. As I’m about to start the pump, I feel the unfortunately timed rumble and grumble indicative of a necessary restroom visit coming on. Seriously, who wants to use a gas station bathroom??
Walking into the station, I’m in luck! The restroom is unoccupied and even looks pretty clean. It’s the point of no return, the toilet seat is undecorated from any previous occupants, so business time it is.
Panic sets in, as I reach to the toilet paper dispenser and alas, nothing but an empty cardboard roll touches my finger tips. Oh no! I realize I have failed myself in completing my public restroom checklist prior to use. A critical point of that list being the presence of clean, usable TP. My mind races, looking for a solution.
No paper towels are present.
No rolls of TP hiding anywhere.
Crap! I even left my phone in the car. Not that my anxiety level would let me call a stranger for help right then…
The door handle jiggles for one second, I thought I imagined it. Then I hear the other restroom door open, no help is coming.
My wallet contains one receipt and a few dollar bills. Neither seem like a good option. Wait! It strikes me. I have a t shirt under my work shirt. I have my handy, dandy pocket knife with me. And that is how, I spent the day with a t shirt missing one sleeve. It was sacrificed for the greater good, and the cleaner behind.
TL;DR forgot to check for TP, had to cut my shirt sleeve off to use instead
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Love this! Thanks for sharing…LOL
That sleeve was a martyr.