Tough job , but you have to do it, even after all the procrastinating . So you go and about
20 minutes after you have some lunch your butt sends that urgent message to your brain. Warning , 2 minutes until critical mass,, explosion eminent !!!! Of course the restroom is on the third floor so you scurry through the store looking for the fastest rout,, UP. This is when all the slowest people block the isles. You know the ones , so wrapped up in what they are looking at that their ears shut off. Its , excuse me , excuse me,,,EXCUSE ME !!!!!I dont understand why there are always those two people that stand back to back and stare at opposite shelves , but you make it to the escalator somehow . Thinking you could run up the steps were there not the whole defensive line of the Green Bay Packers blocking you, you stand there , cheeks clinched , saying to your self,,," Go baby,,Go ,,Faster ,,Go Faster." . You know what, the escalator is a cold hearted thing . By the time you reach the third floor, you have to lean on something and grit your teeth clinching as hard as you can yet still trying not to attract attention. The last thing you want is for someone to ask if your OK. Then you would have to change that contorted look on your face into a hal**** smile and lie. " Ohhhhh,, I'm uhhhh, mmmmmm, FINE...Yea right. Finally theres the restroom sign,,written in three languages but not a clue of what direction to take, so there you go weaving in and out of the ladies lingerie displays like you know what your looking for. Then ,,there it is,,,the goal line,,Ohhhhhhhh Boy . You rush in ,,please be an empty stall, please be clean, I dont care if your clean , just be empty..One quick check,,Paper, we have Paper!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, made it.((( Phaaaaat))). Wahhhhhhhhhh? Thats ittttttttt ? There has to be more than that. It felt like a battleship was on the way . So there you sit wondering if your done or is there something else lurking, just waiting for you to get back down stairs. So you do the paper work, wash your hands ,,nice and clean, grab that filthy germ laden door handle,, the one that always
opens , IN. Whats up with that ? Make your way back down,, no one in the way at this time, and just as you find the item you had when the alarm went off,,,,,,,,,,,,,Yep,,,, you guessed it....
If we would read the secret history of our enemies,we would find in each mans life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.