“Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans.” – John Lennon
Today, I heard a man make lemonade out of lemons.
I was kicking back in the penthouse when I heard somebody enter and head for the urinal. He spent some time there--maybe 30-40 seconds--and then zipped up and headed into the Peter Brady stall to continue his adventure.
Did his wires get crossed? Did his brain think, “forward pass” when the team really needed to prepare for a pitch to the tailback?
And when, exactly, did our hero realize that a urinal would not be sufficient for his needs? Did he have an “uh, oh” moment? Did the turtle poke his head out? Did he do a quick do-I-have-time-to-make-it-to-a-stall-or-should-I-just-spin-around-right-here calculation?
I don’t know the answers to any of these questions, but he seemed to handle the challenge with grace. Well played, sir.