Follow up

To answer some questions that have been raised...

Yes, the two stories I've told recently are unfortunately true and actually took place. I had some reservations talking about me making Stinky, but obviously I got over it.

The old man finally realized that I was using the stall, to which he stated that everytime he goes into a public restroom, the stall is never occupied. Now what the hell was that supposed to mean? Was this guy blaming me for something? I couldn't figure it out. He eventually went away, but not without asking me how much longer I was going to take, and then if there were any other restrooms nearby that didn't have its stalls occupied. Yeah, I know. I wanted to shoot myself.

Everytime I'd answer, he'd say, "What? You're going to have to speak up!" So I'm shouting back my answers through the stall door, loud enough so that people walking around outside the restroom in the hallway could probably hear me clearly. This did not make for a good mental pooping environment.

In regards to the nurse story, I got tired of trying to break into the Fort Knox that was her brain. So I got off the phone and just went and talked to the patient.

Me: Hi Mrs. W, where's that skin tear?

Mrs. W: Over here on the left.

[Insert scream here] I thought my head was going to explode, but then Mrs. W pointed to her left breast.