next time lock the door

I was out with my fam at a local eatery today when I realized I needed to make a business call on the porcelain telephone. For the metaphorically challenged, that means I had to use the can.

As I opened the mens room door I made two unsettling discoveries. The first was that this was one of those bathrooms that is just a sink and a toilet. No stalls. No nothing really. In and of itself that's not such a big deal except when considered alongside my second discovery, which was that this bathroom was occupied.

Luckily the guy was only drying his hands when I yanked the door open but instinctively I shut the door quickly, apologizing as I did so. It happens so fast.

"No problem, dude!" came the voice as he opened the door to step past me out into the hall. "I was done anyway."

Obviously, if that had been the end of it this wouldn't be a story for me to tell anyone let alone blog about.

As he walked past he gave me one of those buddy buddy forearm smashes (lightly, but obviously an invasion of my personal space) and said, "it's all you."

No shit, Sherlock. It better be all me.

And of course it was since I know how to lock the bathroom door.