Martha note: I'm half-way through my second round of classes with JMU's Lifelong Learning Institute. This round's group is about as much fun as groups get. Plus, they write well.
Last night, Betsy Eggleston cracked us up with the following vignette. As I figured you could maybe use a good laugh, I got Betsy's permission to post it today on the WMRA blog.
Recently, a pair of sandaled feet entered the cubicle next to mine; the hairy toes were facing the wrong way. The episode prompted rapid reflections on instinctive self preservation. It was a small, embarrassing event, something most people experience and later laugh about.
At the time, I smiled and wondered how long it would take the man next door to realize he was in the ladies' room. How would he escape? Run? Crouch on the seat and wait? Or was he cool enough to swallow the error and casually saunter out?