I was in the Denver airport today. Two hour delay to MN=very antsy and very cranky Kelsey. It was a little rough. Anyway, I went to the bathroom before getting on the plane, and the strangest thing happened. I walked by a closed stall, and through the little crack something completely crazy caught my eye. Now, I couldn't have been really looking in the stall, mind you, because as you will see, nothing remotely sane registered in my brain. What I was convinced I saw, however, was a woman fully bounded and gagged sitting on the toilet seat. She had a terrified look on her face, and I knew I had to help her. So while I was in the stall next door, doin my thang, I was processing her story--how she had been kidnapped and stashed in the stall while the criminal ran away and how I couldn't go to the authorities because a)he was still watching via video camera which he could do because b) the airport security WAS ON HIS SIDE! And I had to act quick, because she was the only one who knew how to diable the bomb that was going to blow up the airport in less than 5 minutes!!! It was a very stressful pee, let me tell you. Anyway, I got out of the stall, ready to blaze into action, when the woman in the stall next to me walked out, completely unscathed, and I realized how ridiculous I am. So I went and washed my hands in embarrassment. (Just then, I noticed that the no-longer-bound-and-gagged woman was struggling to get the motion activated paper towel dispenser to work. I jumped to her aid, demonstrating true skill in my retrival of the much needed towel. She thanked me, and I was glad. I was glad because I was able to help this once-kidnapped-now-freed woman in her time of need.)
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