So, yesterday I went to Sam's again for work, which always makes for a good time. Upon entering the store, the big gulp of water that I'd consumed needed to be expelled, so I took a trip to the ladies room before perusing the aisles filled with gallons of mayonnaise and gigantic packs of toilet paper.
My timing on being in the bathroom couldn't have been more perfect ... just as I get settled into my stall, the door to the bathroom opens and a person with a peculiarly deep voice enters. The voice nears the stall next to me and halts to enter, letting out a scruffy "Good Lord, Jesus." I'm freaking out a little ... vowing to not leave my stall until he is gone, so as to avoid the awkward moment where he realizes he's in the wrong restroom. He does his business, and I see his velcroed black sneakers and cane tip slowly make their way toward the door, completely surpassing the hand-washing.