Little Miss Muffett

Just a little insight into the end of my work day today.  So, I'm running late for my appointment.  FIFTEEN MINUTES LATE!  Yeah, nice.  And to top it off it's with a potential candidate, whom I have never met.  Classy and Professional, Spann.

Sigh.

Anywho, I'm running late.  I show up, introduce myself and then proceed to do the I'm-not-running-I'm really-walking-fast-but-really-trying-to-run five year old shuffle to the restroom.  I bust into the one staller and simultaneously lock the door with my left hand while unbuttoning my pants with my right hand, trying to expedite the process to relief.

And just as I spin around to execute my flawless public toilet hover [I totally own the pose because I have a 45 minute bladder, which we requires me to hover A LOT!], to what did my wondering eyes did see, there in the water a little site to taking his own pee.

Yep, this little dude, out for an afternoon swim.  Oh, he didn't mind a bit that I had come to join the party.

I, on the other hand, in a state of "half-spinning a%$ to the porcelain hover" was completely discombobulated.

ABORT!!!  ABORT!!!!  FLUSH IT DOWN!!!!  FLUUUUUSSSSHHHHH, HE CAN CLIMB QUICKLY!!!!  --my brain was saying.

DROWN THE SUCKER!!!! LET'S GO, YOU'RE LATE!!!!  ---said my bladder.

Seriously, people, whatever is a hovering lady to do in this scenario?????


Oh, a day in the life of deliberatelifespann.  Isn't it a joy?