The Bathroom Stall Story

For my first ever blog post, I think I'll tell a story. This happened about five years ago when I was on a trip with my youth group. We had been on a youth trip to Myrtle Beach, SC and we were headed home. After a few hours of driving, we stopped at a McDonald's so everyone could relieve themselves and have a stretch break. When the guys get in the bathroom, we realize that there are already some people in there, and that we have probably 10-15 guys and there is one urinal and two or three stalls, so we know it could take a while. Just as a reflex, I bent down and looked under the stalls to make sure that all of the stalls were full. In one of the stalls, however, there were no feet. Thinking it was empty, I walked over and tried to push open the door, but it was locked. At this point, I'm mad that some stupid kid thought it would be funny to lock the door and then climb over the stall so that nobody could use it. So I did the logical thing: I grabbed the top of the stall door, pulled myself up to where I could reach over and unlock the door, and there sat this old man reading a newspaper. I quickly jumped down and hid behind the bathroom door, laughing so hard I couldn't breathe. My youth pastor said he heard the guy exclaim "What are you trying to do, break in on me?!" And of course, this whole time, all the guys in the youth group are watching and laughing their heads off. "But," you may ask, "where were the guy's legs??" That's a very good question. One theory, and my personal favorite, is that since he was obviously doing a number two, he was straining and had his feet up against the door. This story is still told late at night on youth trips at my church. Good times.