You are likely to be eaten by a Grue.
I've made no secret of the fact that I hate using public restrooms. The reason for this is the notorious bowl fart. Ladies, you know what I'm talking about. You sit down to pee, relax just a little too much and a fart echoes off the inside of the toilet bowl. The thing is, when other people do it, I sit in my stall and giggle like a 12 year old. I am unable to take the same humiliation in return. If perchance I do offend, I will sit in there until everyone leaves in hopes that my identity will not be discovered.
Lately I've taken to texting Bri while in the midst of this predicament.
I'd like to share today's adventure with the rest of you. (Because she didn't get it.)
Me: Once again we find our heroine trapped in the ladies room trying desperately not to bowl fart.
Bri: Oh no! What will she do? Can I have choices like those adventure books from when we were kids?
Me: To the NORTH there is a CLOSED door. To the EAST there is a wall. To the WEST there is another wall. To the SOUTH is a tunnel.
Bri: Take the SOUTH tunnel.
Me: You have been eaten by a grue.
Lately I've taken to texting Bri while in the midst of this predicament.
I'd like to share today's adventure with the rest of you. (Because she didn't get it.)
Me: Once again we find our heroine trapped in the ladies room trying desperately not to bowl fart.
Bri: Oh no! What will she do? Can I have choices like those adventure books from when we were kids?
Me: To the NORTH there is a CLOSED door. To the EAST there is a wall. To the WEST there is another wall. To the SOUTH is a tunnel.
Bri: Take the SOUTH tunnel.
Me: You have been eaten by a grue.