Here’s another one on disgusting things that crawl.

It was a Sunny Saturday afternoon and one of our grandsons was playing a baseball game close to our home.
We went to his games whether they were close or far but close was just kinda nicer for us.
And besides being closer, it was being played at one of the brand new parks in the area and we were looking forward to seeing it.
We showed up a little before the game so we could hug our daughter, her husband, our granddaughter, wave to our grandson in the dug-out place and say hi to his other set of grandparents who also attended most of his games.
We talked and exchanged some funny stuff for a while and then the game started.
I could still talk and laugh until my grandson showed up to bat, then I had to pay attention and cheer.
About half-way through the game, I needed to use the bathroom.
I didn’t want to miss my grandson, that would for sure be the time when he’d hit a home runner but……………..well, I’d hurry.
And I did…right over to the side-by-side cement cube buildings marked with the universal male and female logo’s on each door.
I zipped in, zipped down and hurried.
Now, here’s where I want you to visualize my view in there… in your mind’s eye, see just a small square cement area, the toilet was on the back right corner, the sink was at the back left corner and the door was on the front left corner, there was a caged window WAY at the top of the wall that the toilet was on. That was it. Bare but clean.
I was in such a hurry, I grabbed the toilet paper off the roll and in those few seconds I decided I didn’t need to waste time at the sink washing my hands.
I was in a hurry.
My hands were clean.
What if my grandson came up to bat, hit a slammer and I was washing my hands?
I couldn’t deal with that so stood up, zipped up and got outta there.
The woman waiting next in line smiled at me as I passed by, hmmm wondered if she knew I didn’t wash my hands?
In like 5 seconds from the time I walked out and she walked in, I heard a blood-curdling scream. I turned to see that woman came flying outta the ladies room door, and ya know what? I mean FLYIN’!
I stopped and looked back and I heard her say, “there’s a rattle snake in there.” Noooo, I was just in there five friggin’ seconds ago!!!!!
The woman was visibly shaken.
People began to gather around.
The door was SHUT.
I walked back a couple steps.
“WHERE’S the rattlesnake,?” I half-scared asked. “I was just in there.”
“I know, didn’t you see it? It was coiled up in the corner behind the door.”
“Is it alive?”
“Yes it’s alive, I think it was sleeping”.

My mind went into rewind…I went into a bathroom…peed…decided NOT to go over near the sink ‘cause I was in a hurry and…there was a sleeping rattlesnake in there?

Had I washed my hands, when I turned from the sink, I would have been looking smack at it and worse…it would have been looking at me!

Just about that time a fire and rescue truck arrived.
They were carrying a big can and a kinda pitchfork thing.
They had obviously been summoned to the scene of the snake.
Exit time for me, I didn’t want to be that close.
Maybe my grandson was up to bat, I walked quickly toward the bleachers.
My curiosity made me look back.
I saw the rescue guys coming out of the bathroom…with a rattle snake coiled around their pitch-fork thing.
They plopped it in the big can.
When I sat down next to my husband, he asked what all the commotion was down by the bathrooms.
“I don’t know…probably rattlesnakes in the bathroom.”
He gave me his goofy look. It’s a look he created just for me when I say something strange, funny or weird, and then he laughed.

STRIKE!