It's not our fault their stalls are roomier and have grips II

Part I

Olscamp Hall, one of BGSU's less derelict edifices, has by far the nicest bathrooms on campus, even for regular people. The handicapped stall, however, is as roomy as a small office, with enough floor space to spread out an entire USA Today. With the mere twitch of the eye, you can discover who the Browns are going to lose to this week, how many dollars your USA Today stock plummeted yesterday, and what Ted Danson's favourite sandwich filling is. Also, something from the other section. Anyway, once you have created your own veritable news command centre, you are in no hurry to leave it behind.

My old roommate Yatty has the same penchant for handicapped amenities as I do. On one such occasion (during class when the bathrooms are nearly always empty anyway), he succumbed to the temptation of handicapped facilities. He claims he was there for no more than 10 minutes, but it is easy to lose track of time in such comfortable surroundings. As he emerged, knowledge base still littered on the stall floor, he saw that one particular bathroom patron was rather perturbed by Yatty's ability to walk. A bewheeled student had been waiting outside for some time, unable to utilise the otherwise vacant bathroom.

Yatty sheepishly and hurriedly exited the bathroom, and was subsequently scolded by his girlfriend and others. His only crime was that he sought comfort, and pursued intellect, more than one page at a time.

Man, handicapped people get all the luck.

Oh, and the very anti-climactic end to last week's diarrhollercoaster tale is that either God heard the prayers of a miserable amusement park enthusiast, or my barren stomach had nothing left to give; I felt much better within minutes, and the day proceeded without further incident or stains.