I used to hate public bathrooms.

Last week I was doing homework in the computer lab at the college I attend.  As I finished my homework and started for the parking lot to jump into my car, I got ”the urge.”

I headed to the bathroom with my backpack and jacket.  Little did I know that the public bathroom stalls are only made to accommodate anorexics and very small children.  To even come close to shutting the door, I had to stand on the toilet.  After securing my position within the stall, I proceeded through the complicated series of maneuvers required to take off my pack and jacket without dropping them on the floor, or letting them touch anything unsanitary. By the time I had completed this task, I realized that I would be privileged to utilize the wonderful single ply, sand paper-like toilet paper.  It was too late to abandon my cause at that point, so I just went ahead and took care of business.  (I apologize to those who may find this disturbing, or too graphic… but let me say that it DOES have a point.)  As I sat and pondered the deeper questions of life, I came to the realization that all of my pains and inconveniences related to the series of events that had taken place within the last 3 or 4 minutes of my life had a purpose… and that purpose was almost rewarding.  I realized that if I used the public bathrooms daily, I could save upwards of $20 a month on toilet paper, hand sanitizer and other such fees.

The moral of this story? Life is what you make it.  Even some of the most unpleasant of experiences (the use of the lou in public) can be viewed with a strangely twisted and tainted positive outlook.  Bathroom going has never meant so much to me… literally.