Stage Fright

I've just learned the meaning of a poem that's printed on a run-down poster at our cabin:

Sometimes I sits and thinks and sometimes I just sits.

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You know what's more mortifying than going into a bathroom that LOOKS empty, then you discover someone's in there and you STILL insist on going? ...or maybe not go?

Bravely, I walked into the stall here at work and shut the door as the other person worked in the other part of the room (it's also a conference room - nice huh?)

My blood pressure reached a boiling point of embarrassment as I sat down to tinkle and have NOTHING. happen.

Devastated, I sat there. In silence. Wondering what the person on the other side of the door is thinking. That I have to go #2 and I can't cuz she's in there? ugh! really - I don't have to do that!

I even closed my eyes thinking I could disappear or create a stream...

But instead I sat there wondering why the HECK can't I go!!!! Where'd you go urine? WHERE ARE YOU? Don't leave me hanging!

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After accepting my denial, I gained composure and stopped 'TRYING' to go in fear of losing everything in my bowels. I gathered up my strength, flushed the toilet as if I actually did something 'cuz you never know when the case of the incredible silent pee phenomenon strikes again, and I go to the sink to wash my hands and comment out loud,

"Guess I DIDN'T have to go." Followed by a chuckle.

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Smooth Lyss - real smooth. I'm sure she cared.