Bathroom Story

I was in the public bathroom at my place of employment yesterday, as always seated on the toilet in a stall (I'm not a "stander.") Since it is a public bathroom, the public has an unfortunate tendency to come in and use it. As I was sitting there, this guy comes in and gets in the stall next to me. He sits down, and underneath the stall wall I spy: a big cane, which the man has put to rest against the stall door; and, the man's foot. It is without a doubt the most humongous foot I have ever seen. I sort of inch my foot over towards it to compare, and it's like twice the size of my foot. So I decide I'm using the bathroom next to a giant, and I feel a little irrational fear, like the man's going to kick the wall down and attack me with a club as I'm going through my post-lunch toilet work. I realize this is completely irrational, and that the man is probably more of a gentle giant a la Shaq or Andre the Giant. I hurry myself up anyway, and go to the other side of his stall, where the sink is. As the disease and self-scum is falling from my hands down the drain, I look down at the man's other foot. It's at least 10 sizes smaller than the first one. In fact, it looks slightly bigger than my foot. I leave the bathroom, shaking my head in wonder at what I've seen.

The moral of the story: You cannot judge something correctly if you can't see all of it. What you think is a giant may just be a man with a giant foot. Remember that.