A peeing customer .....

Daddio and I took to the highway Sunday to visit our favorite college student, Bear.

It's a two and a half hour trip to Bear's school.

We hadn't gotten very far when Daddio proclaimed himself starving half to death so we took a short detour to MickyD's.

Just wanting a small snack he ordered a couple of burgers minus onions, and a diet Coke.

I ordered salt-less (I agree, why bother?...) fries.

I sucked on my bottled water and snitched sips of Daddio's diet coke until my bladder cried "you wait much longer you ain't gonna make it sista"...

Not wanting to yellow up the seats of the gas efficient car Daddio borrowed from work I bit the big one and asked him to stop at the very first big bush he saw...

He would have none of that so it was off the beaten path to find a loo.

We exited the freeway and drove toward a town called Parma.

I pointed to a gas station located at the end of our exit...

Daddio wouldn't agree to me hovering over a potty in a place that looked filthier than a college dorm room.... so deeper off the exit we searched.

An Arby's was the first clean looking place we came upon.

"Get me a ham and cheese" Daddio instructed.

"A ham and cheese..?" I asked "you just ate".

"You can't just go in there and pee!!!!" he said "you have to be a paying customer"...

Ahhhh...yes,  one of the rules in "The World According to Daddio".... War and Peace sized reference manual handbook.

I hustled my can into the first open stall I saw, which happened to be a handicap one.

I slammed the swinging door, latched the lock, and got my pants down just in the nick of time...

In mid steam, SOMEONE opened the stall door...

"HEY" I screamed and lunged the ten feet toward it to slap it shut.

It opened again....

and again...

Damn door latch was broken.

Normally, it is a personal policy to not take up things that are designated for handicapped people....

Because it was an emergency I didn't stop to think of the possible ramifications...

Mopping a "dribbled" floor with a blob of cheap paper towels on my hands and knees in a handicap bathroom stall at an Arby's restaurant in a town called Parma suddenly brought one word to mind..

karma.

To be continued.....