The mind-boggling part was trying to figure out how to solve the problem. Can’t go through it. Should I go over or under? I’m 6’2”, lanky, and not very limber. Stalls are really only meant for privacy, not for supporting a 155-pound gymnast. Guess which route I took? While our janitors do an excellent job of cleaning, it’s still a public bathroom floor. Insert cartoon balloon: “Gross!”
Crawling on all fours was impossible, so I sat on the floor, leaned back, and without using my hands, pushed with my feet only touching my spine and tail bone to the floor. It helps to have a really strong core. Guess all that swimming and training finally paid off.
After about two years of this brilliant method, a co-worker and friend of mine exclaimed, “You do all that work?!” He told me to reach over with a squeegee or a bent hanger to unlock the stall. Now why didn’t I think of that? Sometimes when you think outside the box, you miss the obvious solution. Still, after years of practice and perfection, my method is so much faster.
Locked Stalls? No problem. I can unlock them and be off the floor faster than you can say, “Squeegee.” And a whole lot faster than I can spell it.