One cold and freezing day, I ventured to work trying to power through some sort of stomach mess that was wreaking its destruction in the southern end of a northbound Kevin. I made it to my meeting on time, but found myself pacing the room in a cold sweat. It was obvious to my co-workers that I was dealing with some issue of the “get the heck out of my way if I am running to the bathroom” variety.
Our meeting started, but I was mentally checked out. I was trying to maintain control of my nethersystem. I was losing. Badly. Quickly — for I could stand it no longer. The moment was upon me and I had to act or everyone would pay dearly. I ran to the bathroom which for the most privacy, was located in an outside building. Snow was falling gently as I burst through the door of the restroom. It was extremely chilly in there, but there was no time to care. The moment was upon me like a tidal wave of…like a tidal wave. I kicked in the door of the last stall and said a prayer to the god of nice bathrooms. I had made it. Moments later and much too late, horror of horrors, I made a terrible discovery.
Life Lesson #83
Make sure that if you are stricken with a violent stomach bug, you are always aware of which bathrooms have frozen pipes and thus have toilets that are unable to be flushed.