Coming back from Chicago we stopped at one of those toll road plaza's that are always really busy. I went directly to the restroom and into the first stall. I was staring at the floor when I sensed someone walking by, looked up and realized the stall door had silently swung open. This was a long stall, so I couldn't reach forward to close the door and my plumbing no longer shuts off and on like a faucet...so I had no choice but try to hurry up and finish while wishing I hadn't drank that 32 oz diet coke. Directly ahead of me was a sink with a mirror and I realized a kid wearing a kippah, who looked a little to old to still be using the womans rest room with mommy, was standing at the sink and looking into the mirror at me. He had to be at least 11 years old. I hate stalls that doors don't lock! You can join Unsolved Mysteries and post your own mysteries or
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