The door  

I’m sprinting through the dark hallway. My feet
kicking up drops of water from the shallow puddles
which lay upon the cement floor. Where is that door?
As I run past adjacent hallways, I question whether my
path is the right one. It has to be, this is what they
told me, so this is where I will go. A light flickers
in the distance giving me just enough light to
distinguish a door. As I finally reach the door, I
grab the handle and attempt a turn. Locked. Shit, what
should I do? I try knocking but there’s no response.
Do people not understand the gravity of the situation?
Last resort, I must break the door down.  With a
powerful leg kick, the door comes unhinged and slams
upon the ground. I see a man sitting in the corner.
Finally he looks over to me and calmly says “Son, this
bathroom is occupied. You’re just gonna have to wait
until I’m done.”