An Explanation

In a previous post I listed a few things about my self and thought I would take this opportunity to explain # 3 I prefer privacy in the restroom. (Shelly will understand.)

In May of 2002 I drove to Pensacola, Florida to pick up my oldest son from college. My good friend, Shelly, did not think it wise for me to travel the distance alone and kindly asked her dear husband if she could go along with me. I was greatful for the company and one sunny morning we set off on our grand adventure. The longer we drove, the sillier we became. Somewhere in Ohio it was decided that we should send a postcard home from every state we passed through. (Finding a place to mail them was quite the challange.) We had just crossed into Kentucky after driving many hours, and it was past midnight when we pulled into one of those little stores along the highway for a potty stop. We had to ask where the ladies room was. When we found the little back room and opened the door, we were both surprised to find two working toilets sitting side by side, no divider. We are good friends and have been for quite some time, but this kind of sharing was something neither of us had planned on. I looked at her, she looked at me and we both started laughing. "You go first" I said.