I don't like public restrooms. Does anyone? I don't want to see, hear or smell whatever people are doing in there. I don't.
I also don't like people I don't know touching me. Shaking hands is fine. Seeing as I go to church, this is often problematic for me. I have certain places I like to sit in the sanctuary and I like to arrange our family so that I do not have to sit next to a stranger. They might brush my arm during the service or something. Truthfully, I'd prefer that the seats on either side of me were empty. Really. I like my space. The worst is when we are instructed to give people hugs. Uhhhh... why? I don't want my badonkadonks pressed up against anyone and I certainly don't want to feel theirs.
It is these very facts about myself that cause me to wonder...
Do you ever feel that God is using you? That He has set up divine appointments for you? That you have a purpose?
One time I walked into the restroom at a Perkins and there was an elderly lady that was quite distressed. She desperately needed to go potty but she could not unbutton her pants. I unbuttoned them for her and helped her pull her pants down. Don't worry, I left the wiping to her. I then helped pull her pants up, zipped and buttoned them. We didn't even exchange names.
Another time I was in an airport restroom and another elderly lady that was in a wheelchair needed help to the toilet. Thankfully, she had on elastic waist pants and could pull them up and down on her own. Once she was back in her chair I refilled her water bottles from the fountain just outside the doors.
Then there was the time someone was crying. I never did see her but I passed her toilet paper under the stall door along with some girlie stuff I bought from the machine. It was my impression that she was fairly young.
Actually, the passing of the toilet paper is a common thing.
Once in a Wal-mart restroom I held a lady's baby for her so she could go. He was darling.
I am a public toilet angel.