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Margie.... OHMAGOSH, that is THEE funniest story!!! Thanks for sharing, and know that you brought me some most welcome laughter.... Warm hugs... Barb Mallut [log in to unmask] -----Original Message----- From: Dick Swindler <[log in to unmask]> To: [log in to unmask] <[log in to unmask]> Date: Wednesday, August 23, 2000 2:54 PM Subject: Non PD - Restroom adventures (humor) >Paul, David, et all - > >The tale of the restroom adventure sounded familiar. Been there, done that >(with the broken lock) and definitely felt a sense of panic. > >That story reminded me of another restroom adventure I had many years ago. I >walked the campus of the U. of Kansas in a pouring rain, holding an umbrella >and hoping to stay dry enough to comfortably teach my next class. Also >thinking of comfort, I folded up my umbrella when I got to the building, and >carried it, dripping wet, into the restroom with me. Naturally, once in the >stall, I locked the door and hung the folded umbrella from the hook provided >on the back of the door. > >After seating myself comfortably, mentally reviewing the lesson plans for the >next class, I was startled into alertness by a FWOOOP!! as the umbrella >opened up from the pull of gravity, and snap-locked itself into the open >position. There I was, seated, the umbrella filling the ENTIRE stall, the >front edge just under my chin. "Well, I thought, that was unexpected and >amusing. Now I'll just reach up and unsnap the lock on the shaft of the >umbrella, and I'll be off to class." > >No such luck. With the umbrella in the open position, I couldn't, while >seated, reach over the spread of the umbrella to touch the locking lever. I >couldn't stand up, because the open umbrella prevented me from getting my >legs under me with the porcelain convenience pressing into the backs of my >legs. I also couldn't, in that position, pull up my slacks so I could stand >in the back of the stall beside the toilet. > >I finally thought to inch myself around, a tiny bit at a time, until I was >seated sideways, and then was able to lever myself into a standing position >from the very tiny back corner space of the stall. Once I was standing, of >course I could reach the snap lock and fold the umbrella, and could then >reassemble my clothing so I could leave the stall. > >The grand finale of all of this was that the whole incident struck me as so >unheard of and amusing that I emerged from the stall chuckling aloud, and >felt I HAD to tell that story to someone. I chuckled my way up to one of the >sinks, and commented to the person at the next sink, "You won't *believe* >what just happened to me in that stall!" At which point the girl looked at >me in alarm, and fled the restroom, taking her damp paper towel with her in >her haste. > >Hope you enjoyed that adventure. Margie