It finally happened

After a lifetime of enjoying the spacious accommodations of the handicapped stall, an actual handicapped man entered the restroom while I was in there using it.home_bathroom_toilet.jpg 

His walker clicked on the tiled floor as he approached huffing and grunting the whole way.  He stopped in front of my stall, the feet of his walker in full view under the door jamb, and pushed impotently on the locked door.  A loud snort followed and he shambled into the adjacent, normal-sized stall.  For what seemed like an eternity he negotiated the tight space, stumbling and banging into the walls, grabbing onto the tp dispenser for support.  Twice, his walker tipped over when he tried to lean it against the stall.

Now I am not a guy who languishes in guilt.  Cheating, lying, stealing, breaking hearts… it’s all part of the wonderful fabric of life.  Like Donald Trump said about his divorces: “The guilt last for five minutes, then you get over it.”  But this made me feel bad, real bad.  I responded as only an honorable gentleman would — I hightailed it out of there before he could see my face.





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  1. haha been there. please read and respond to my reply under how to win back an ex-girlfriend

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  2. Well, conscience is oddly selective.

    You deserve it, though! Go donate to a handicapped charity; that should make you feel better.

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  3. kind of wish the handicapped dude started rapping on your stall door with his cane…….interupting your blissful crap, and forcing you to “abort.” Making the rest of your day a bit untidy!!!!

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  4. This is my worst nightmare. But, I’ve thought about it. Sometimes we have to wait in line to use the stalls. Why can’t they wait a few minutes as well?

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  5. This has happend to me before too. Except I was using the handicapped stall so i could snort lines off the sink.

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  6. This happened to me with a parking space once (at the bank, I was running to the atm) and the hcapper proceeded to chew me out (while blocking my car so I could not escape the wrath) for a good 20 minutes. Lesson learned.

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