Some things are inevitable, I guess.

Isn’t it amazing how things can just hit you sometimes? This story happened to me a few years back. I was running some errands on lunch and suddenly realized I needed a restroom very badly. I was in a section of town with lots of houses, but very few stores. I stopped at a Pizza Hut, but it was apparently closed.

As I came to each stop sign, my stops became shorter and shorter. The car in front of me at one red light couldn't move fast enough; causing my normally passive self to begin yelling and verbally pondering how long it could take to put the foot on the gas and move a vehicle. It became so bad at one point that I even offered a prayer asking for assistance. In my mind I could just see me returning to work with a big wet spot. I debated just going home, but that would have taken too long and I really needed to get some work done.

About that time I saw a grocery store. I began to think that maybe a host of angels had built the grocery store there for me in answer to my prayer. After waiting for three eternities for the light to change I began to wonder if this was, in fact, an answer to prayer or a form of punishment. Eventually the light changed and I sped my Ford Taurus into the nearest parking spot and began running toward the door. I probably attracted quite a bit of attention, but I was on a mission. The only thoughts my mind could utter were "Don't grab yourself". Again my self-conscious mind was worried that I might look like a 3-year-old running from the playground with an obvious need for relief in a restroom. Fortunately, my hands obeyed my mind and, instead, I only looked like a 300-pound lunatic rushing for relief in a grocery store. No one dared get in my way. Fortunately for me, the restrooms were in the front of the store.

Upon running into the restroom, I discovered that the urinal was "Out of Order". The next stall was occupied. Fortunately one little stall was available and I am happy to report that I made it in time. I returned to my car and went back to work. To celebrate I poured myself a beverage (Dr. Pepper- I said I was going back to work!) into some ice I had in the car. (It was not easy pouring this given that the cup had been my backup plan had I not found the grocery store when I did.) I am not the most coordinated person in the world, apparently. As luck would have it, I poured about 1/3 of the drink into my lap just moments before getting out of my car to return to work.

Some things are inevitable, I guess.