Potty Talk

I received an email from a friend today that made me laugh and then reminded me of my own little potty story. Wanna here it, here it goes:

A friend of mine, we'll call her Cherie (the names have been changed to protect the innocent) and I were shopping at Nordstrom one afternoon. When we decided to take a bathroom break. There wasn't a line, so we each chose a stall and proceeded with our business. I finished first, so I washed my hands, checked the mirror (oh, the horror), applied a little lip and powder and began to wait. And wait, and wait. I was curious as to what the delay could be, so I put my eye up as close to the crack between the stall wall and door then asked (in not so quiet a voice; assuming we were the only ones in the restroom), "ARE YA POOPIN'?! Well needless to say it was not the stall that my friend was in as she instantly exited the stall on the opposite side of the one I was in. The woman who actually occupied the stall with my peering eye invading her privacy was never to be seen. I just hope she tells the story and smiles, laughs and makes everyone else around her hearing it laugh as well.

Say Good night Gracie..........................