by Tonya Barton

Created on: November 09, 2006   Last Updated: November 16, 2006

Finally, my brother had met "the one" and they were getting married. It would be a six-thousand mile round trip by car to attend his wedding. But we went. My fiance, our two children, and my mother all packed into our cracker-jack box of car, a 1988 Chevy Nova.

It took us three days to make the drive from Boise, Idaho to Plymouth, Massachusetts. I can't say in the least, I took any pleasure being stuffed in the backseat of that car. My feet were swelling and it was hot. Yes, it was a June wedding. I dreaded the trip home.

However dreadful, the time had come to leave. Another three days on the road with fat feet and puffy hands due to a lack of circulation. We really should have stopped more.

On the other hand, maybe not. I couldn't get home quick enough after the humiliation I faced at a truck stop diner we stopped at. The diner wasn't overly crowded but there were definitely enough people to make what took place, the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to me.

Upon entering the diner we were promptly seated by the hostess. I then excused myself to the restroom to vacate the wealth of coffee I had drank along the way. Anyways, I took care of "business" in the restroom and was making strides down the long hallway back to our table.
Suddenly my mother burst out in hysterical laughter.

She was laughing so hard that all she could do was point at me as I stood frozen in my tracks. Of course by now she wasn't the only one laughing. Thanks to her operatic SOS, the entire diner was in stitches. As they all laughed and pointed I looked down to see what was so hysterically funny, hoping I hadn't forgotten to pull up my pants due to exhaustion.

Well I was fully clothed thank goodness, "so what is so funny" I thought. As I stood on display in the midst of the uproar I continue to search myself for the source of the hysterics. Then there it was. To my total shock, there was toilet paper stuck to my shoe. Not just a piece of toilet paper either. At least fifty feet of toilet paper had followed me out of the bathroom, all the way down the hall and into the dining-room.

I was simply humiliated. I ran back into the restroom only to find the other end still attached to the roll. All I can say is "thanks mom" and thank goodness I don't ever have to see those people again.

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