4/27/26

Thought of the day

I was on my way to get a haircut when my bladder decided it was time for a mutiny. 
I had to pee. 
Badly.

My barber was running late, so I made a beeline for the nearby McDonald's. I reached the door to the promised land, only to find a numerical lock staring back at me like a silent judge.

The nice worker behind the counter promised to follow me back to unlock it. I waited. And I waited. I stood there, clenching like my life depended on it, but she never showed. At this point, my bladder wasn't just letting me know it wasn't cool; it was writing a formal letter of resignation.

Then, a door opened. An older lady and her grandkid exited the women's restroom.
I did the mental gymnastics: Locks on the door + Two people leaving = Vacant sanctuary.

I stuck my foot out, channeled my inner ninja, and slipped inside.
Sweet relief.
I was mid-stream, finally at peace, when the unthinkable happened: The stall next to me flushed.

Time stopped. My stream stopped. I froze like a deer in the headlights of a "Stranger Danger" seminar. All I could imagine was the headline: Local Man Arrested for Bathroom Espionage; Claims "The Math Made Sense."

For the love of fat bassets, I was trapped in a women's restroom with a stranger who was about to see an old white dude emerge from the neighboring stall.

I spent the next 60 seconds peeking through the stall cracks like a low-budget spy, waiting for the coast to clear. I’ve never moved faster in my life than when I bolted for that exit. I’m pretty sure I broke the land speed record for a man who still technically needed to finish his business.

And my haircut turned out great. 
Thanks for asking. 

Talk to you tomorrow. 

I will persevere.
I will keep moving forward.
I will be the stream.