QUESTION

You're sitting in starbucks working on your script, sipping your grande peppermint moca frappacino when it hits you -- NATURE. and she wants out, fast.

you quickly pack up all your belongings, grab your coat, and race into the men's room -- one of those single toilet jobbers -- knocking an old man with diabetes outta the way in the process.

but you make it!

and they all lived happily ever after...

until you reach for some T.P. -- and the dispenser is EMPTY. not a shred left. not a scrap in sight.

your tools:

a large trashcan with a lid a few feet away (its contents unknown)

a pack of thin, flimsy, plastic toilet seat liners (mandatory in all CA public restrooms. best law EVER)

a sink four feet away

three crisp twenty dollar bills in your wallet

your voice

your cell phone

your left hand

prayer

a paper clip

two rubber bands


what oh what do you do?


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seriously, WHAT DO YOU DO?!! i've been sitting here for three hours and the angry mob outside the door keeps getting angrier!

*blogged from my new blackberry