Locked Up Like A Litigious Celebrity Trainwreck

My dad and I just returned from a kickin' road trip to CoMo to see The Jayhawks play. It was lovely Daddy and me time, and we had a blast. On the way home I stopped to fill up my car and decided to run to the restroom. I was gone for an unusually long time, but trust me -- it was worth it.

What, you thought I was going to show some gross personal business pic? You people are sick. No, I found this gem in the gas station bathroom and couldn't resist. It begs a variety of questions:

1. So does the door open when it's locked AND when it's unlocked?

2. How do I unlock the door AFTER leaving the bathroom?

3. How many people asked for this little tutorial on locking the door before management said, "perhaps a sign would help"?

4. Why am I so lucky?

****NOTE: This was not my original post title. However, I can't afford the probable lawsuit brought on by a certain Hollywood former child star who spends minutes and minutes in jail and whose only source of income is suing people. You know what I'm sayin', Pitbull and E*Trade? If you know who I'm talking about, you'll understand. If you don't, Google it.

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