Last night I went to a cemetery in L.A.

To watch a movie.

This post is not about that.

This post is about what else happened to me at the movie.

It was dark and my friend and I made our way to the port-potties before the movie started. She was relying on me to find an open stall with the light on my phone.

I Found an open stall for my friend right away and then went on the hunt for another stall. I spotted one marked “vacant” just two stalls down and opened the door whilst shouting, “TA DA!” to celebrate my success.

Unfortunately, I celebrated too soon, as evidenced by the fact that I flung the door open on a nice man using the porta-potty.

I think I scared the crap out of him (ha ha).

You know what?

Sometimes screaming helps.

Side note: Did you know they sell porta-sinks? It’s freaking genius!