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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