Bathroom Conundrum

The left side of the stall (right side if you’re already sitting) contained a stainless steel contraption holding the toilet paper and seat covers. The top of it provided a nice little platform just large enough for me to stand the papers I received when I registered in the morning. After using the toilet I picked up both my bags off the floor (they gave me another bag when I registered) and I headed to my 9:00am session.

I chose a table and met two of the 2,200 educators attending this AVID summer institute. Soon after sitting down I realized I left my registration papers in the stall. I immediately headed back to the bathroom. But of course, the first stall, the one I had used earlier, was occupied.

However, I noticed the stack of papers I left stood higher than the top of stall wall.

It would be very possible (and I think fairly easy) to just reach up and grab the papers. He may not even notice.

What am I to do in this situation?

Several possibilities crossed my mind.

None of them that involved speaking to a stranger sitting on the toilet seemed like a good idea.

So I just did it. I reached up, grabbed the stack of papers and...

As I thought the smooth acquisition was occurring I heard something fall to the ground. Oops. I muttered, “Sorry” as I began to walk away. The poor guy on the john said nothing.

On my way out of the bathroom another guy says to me, “That was awkward.” I guess he witnessed the whole thing. He added, “But you got the papers.” At this point I still wasn't sure what had fallen to the ground, but I didn’t feel like staying in the bathroom long enough to figure it out.

Back at my table I realized which paper it was-- the blue cardstock one which had contained my name tag and the day’s agenda. I asked the guy next to me for his blue paper so I could see if there was any pertinent information I would need before continuing my day.

While looking at his paper I realized a couple of things. One: it was clearly smaller in size explaining why it fell when I snagged the others. Two: There was a paper somewhere in the bathroom on the third floor that read, “Welcome Kevin Burrill.”

I headed back to the bathroom for the third time that morning. The bathroom was now empty and my blue cardstock paper was on the floor of the adjacent stall. Maybe it slid right through the air past my silent friend.

I picked it up and took it with me.

Maintenance

My faucet was dripping in the tub so I had the maintenance guy come out to take care of it. He replaced the washers. On his way out I decided to ask him about the high-pitched shower noise.

I told him that it makes an awful noise unless I change the water pressure.
He responded, "Then change the pressure."

Thanks.

My Shower

Have you ever had a sink or shower that made that horrific high pitch noise at a certain water pressure? Is there some evil force out there that sets the high pitch noise to the exact pressure of... desired? My shower is one of the worst. It even has a few different noises it uses as you adjust through all the normal shower pressure amounts. It leaves me with only two choices (because tolerating that noise is not an option).
Each morning I get to choose between option A: slightly more than dripping or option B: water pressure so hard it only hurts a little. I haven't even came up with a consistent selection. I rotate depending on my mood. This morning I even started with the drip mode and later switched to attack of the water pressure.
Also, my bathroom tile is still pink.

2008 Olympics

Is Bob Costas getting younger?

Men

I scanned the aisle and noticed "MEN" written on one of the bottles. Shampoo for men. I'm sure it was a lot like shampoo for women, but the bottle didn't have any fancy colors, smells or features. It was a plain, solid blue bottle. A clever little marketing ploy to attract those men too self-concious to purchase a shampoo with a flower on it. Don't worry. I saw right through it. To add to it was a 2 in 1, because the average guy can't be troubled to buy a seperate bottle of conditioner. I'm insulted.

So I picked up another bottle of it; The one in my shower had just ran out so I needed more.