Ugh. Here I am, sitting at the Wrigley Field stadium in Chicago, watching the Cubs play. I'm with my girlfriend, Laura, and we got decent seats. Laura was getting us some Anti-Heros, my favorite beer. And soon, when she came back, I took a big gulp of my beer, and I realized something.
I had to go to the bathroom.
I told Laura where I was going, and she said okay. I had to go to the bathroom badly. I went through the isles and ran through the stadium, looking for Porta-Potty. Gah. I had to go. Badly. I finally find one and open it. Well, at least, I TRY to open it, but it wouldn't budge. I look around for clues. And then. I realize it.
The little screen on the Porta-Potty read "In Use".
To be continued...
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I Have To Go To The Bathroom: A Story About Life's Journey To The Bathroom
Adventure(Staring intently at my Dad eating his spicy wings as I wait for an answer)
