TD does not care for public restrooms. In fact, he goes to great lengths to avoid them. He will hold off until his shoes tighten and the whites of his eyes turn yellow.
When absolutely forced to use a public bathroom, he invariably chooses the handicrapper stall, since it’s roomy and (usually) fairly clean. Urinals, of course, are tactically unsound and shunned by the wise man.
This afternoon in O’Hare Airport, TD needed, and I mean needed, to use the facilities. Severely. And friends, it was ugly.
In deference to his readers’ delicate sensibilities, TD will spare the details. Suffice it to say, fifteen minutes later TD staggered out of the handicrapper stall ghost-pale, sweaty, and trembling slightly…
… only to come face-to-face with actor and comedian Brian Posehn, who walked right into the freshly-vacated, now-toxic stall. That poor, poor bastard.
Then again, that single moment was funnier than the entire run of Just Shoot Me!
I bet it would have been better to bump into Laura San Giacomo.
DirtCrashr shares with TD the same extreme antipathy and avoidance mechanism, particularly due to early years spent overseas in the 3rd World – the location of which shares an overlap with the 1st World in this respect, that it is for all practical purposes a singularity or time-tunnel.
You left a colonic death cloud for a D list celebrity?
Boy, you don’t see blog entries like that every day.
Well done.