Being 77 inches tall, or 6' 5" if you prefer, I've had a few struggles over my 65 years with cramped quarters in bathrooms, restrooms, washrooms, loos, johns or whatever you call those "relief stations" in your part of the world.
Many years ago I was the guest speaker at a breakfast meeting in a nearby town. Just before I was to be introduced, the MC announced that the group would sing a song and then I'd be "on". I quickly excused myself and found the restroom.
Wow! It was so small I had to sit sideways but...I'm already giving you far too much information. Well...the group had to sing that song several times because I was wedged in there and couldn't get the door open. You can imagine my desperation. Finally I was able to kick the door open, walk back into the waiting crowd with sweaty palms and a red face.
That's only one of dozens of tales I could tell but I'll save them for another day...or a book.
When my friend (and Kawartha Komets coach) Dale Lowe posted this photo on his blog I knew I had to recount my "tight toilet tale".