Flimsy Locks and Bad Luck

It is hard sometimes to brainstorm ideas of what to write about on my blog. To help generate ideas, I went on another woman’s blog because she had a list of possible topics to write about. The one that stuck out to me was “Write About a Time When you were Publicly Embarrassed”. When I skimmed over that idea, a personal experience came to my mind. I think that having a blog requires you to be vulnerable so here goes nothing!

I can’t believe I’m writing this, I can’t believe I’m writing this, I CAN’T BELIEVE I AM WRITING THIS!

As most of you know, last week I went with my family to Arizona to watch a few Spring Training games. During the 3^rd or 4^th inning of the first game we attended, I had to get up to use the restroom. Grace, my cousin, needed to go too, so we headed up to the restroom waited in line (because the restroom was filled with ladies), and I entered a stall nearest the sinks where tons of people were standing. I locked the door with the flimsy lock, and did my business.

 Now I don’t know if this is something that most people do, but I occasionally check my phone while going potty.  Now I am sorry if some of you are grossed out by this (feel free to leave a comment below), but I promise you that a lot of people do this while going doing their business. I must have

been on Twitter because I got caught up in what I
was reading. I must have been looking at my phone for probably 30-40 seconds. After I realized how long I was looking down, I look up from my phone and saw the incomprehensible.

The door of my stall was wide open. WIDE OPEN, PEOPLE!

I. WAS. MORTIFIED.

I immediately shut the door and locked it. Then I thought “I should stay in here for a few minutes so I can let all the people who might have seen me, exit the bathroom.” So I waited a few minutes, exited my stall, washed my hands, and met up with Grace. As soon as I met up with Grace, I told her what happened. Her uncontrollable laughter did not make me feel any better about the situation.

I know you are thinking that the moral of this story should be to not use your phone while using the restroom. But if I learned anything from this experience, it would be to PAY ATTENTION while using a restroom stall with a flimsy lock.

I might regret posting this story.

Do you have an embarrassing moment that is similar or worse than mine? Email me at Theshelbylens@gmail.com and I will post it on my blog. Don’t worry, it will remain anonymous, and I might give you a small gift for participating!

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