Of all the bathroom stalls ...

Two people stopped to make sure I was OK when I was waiting for my ride outside the garage. One offered an umbrella because it was spitting drizzle; another actually sort of offered me a ride home. That sure was cool. Why was I outside waiting for my ride?

I left work 10 minutes early to go to the bathroom on the way out. I got there and found some joker in the wheelchair stall. In his defense, there were only five other empty stalls. I actually contemplated saying to Claren, "No, I didn't really have to go to the bathroom." I didn't, though; I just went outside to await my ride.