Sue Too
03-26-2009, 01:21 PM
The other day I was out and about en femme. Just as I pulled into the Walmart parking lot the urge hit and I had to go. No big deal. I know where the rest rooms are and I am not intimidated when I use the ladies room. Cautious but not intimidated. I entered the store and walked directly to the rest room. Entering the rest room I scanned the stalls for a vacant one and all appeared occupied……….at least all the doors were closed. Moving to Step 2 of my discovery routine I look casually under the stall doors for feet. Sometimes a door is closed and the stall is really vacant. Just as I suspected there was one that appeared to be vacant. Giving the door a push it opened and BANG back it came to the closed position and CLICK went the lock Guess it was occupied. Sorry maam!! Don’t leave now. The story gets better.
Looking down the line I see a door open and a stall becomes vacant. Entering the stall I reflect back on my previous experience and as I shut the door I reach for the lock. NOBODYS GOING TO PUSH IN MY DOOR! I noticed the lock was a little difficult to close but didn’t give it much thought. It was locked and I was secure and I could finally go. After I finished, I pulled up my jeans and looked through my purse for my lipstick. With my purse over my shoulder and my lipstick in hand I prepare to exit the stall adjust my lipstick and do some shopping.
Reaching for the lock I try to open it. It doesn’t open. I try harder and it doesn’t budge……..not even slightly. I stop and look at the lock to see if I am opening it correctly. This isn’t rocket science. You slide it to the right to lock and to the left to unlock. I try again. It still doesn’t open. About this time I start thinking about how I might get out. Can’t crawl under the door….too low. Call for help…people coming …..making a fuss…I DON’T NEED THAT. Finally, in one last attempt I muster all of my strength and POP the lock slides open. I feel like I have been released from the state pen after serving five. Freedom is wonderful. The hell with the lipstick. I want out into the world.
I did finally calm down and do some shopping. As I was walking around, I couldn’t help but think how many of our weaker sisters have been trapped in that stall. I’m not the strongest male on the block but it took all I had to get that darn lock open.
It’s funny now but it wasn’t then
Looking down the line I see a door open and a stall becomes vacant. Entering the stall I reflect back on my previous experience and as I shut the door I reach for the lock. NOBODYS GOING TO PUSH IN MY DOOR! I noticed the lock was a little difficult to close but didn’t give it much thought. It was locked and I was secure and I could finally go. After I finished, I pulled up my jeans and looked through my purse for my lipstick. With my purse over my shoulder and my lipstick in hand I prepare to exit the stall adjust my lipstick and do some shopping.
Reaching for the lock I try to open it. It doesn’t open. I try harder and it doesn’t budge……..not even slightly. I stop and look at the lock to see if I am opening it correctly. This isn’t rocket science. You slide it to the right to lock and to the left to unlock. I try again. It still doesn’t open. About this time I start thinking about how I might get out. Can’t crawl under the door….too low. Call for help…people coming …..making a fuss…I DON’T NEED THAT. Finally, in one last attempt I muster all of my strength and POP the lock slides open. I feel like I have been released from the state pen after serving five. Freedom is wonderful. The hell with the lipstick. I want out into the world.
I did finally calm down and do some shopping. As I was walking around, I couldn’t help but think how many of our weaker sisters have been trapped in that stall. I’m not the strongest male on the block but it took all I had to get that darn lock open.
It’s funny now but it wasn’t then