Using the handicap bathroom stall as an able bodied person is wrong. Trying to name you band “Handicap Bathroom Stall” should be wrong. Sometimes starting a sentence with a verb that ends in “-ing” is wrong – but not now.
I think I’ve been sitting in this stall for too long – I should probably leave.
I am not proud of the way I left that stall therefore I will not disclose how I falsely limped out of that stall as mother and child stood awaiting availability.
I still don’t know why people come to the park to read, write and debate – sitting here, next to a tree and beside the perfect shady spot under the perfect tree (a perfect spot currently being occupied by a slightly less than perfect doggy dung) doesn’t make me feel any more prolific. I shared a friendly staring contest with a squirrel; how inspiring is it to lose at your own game?
I have an excuse — my glasses were glaring; my eyes were faltering; my handicap was showing.