There's a Dilbert cartoon about being stuck behind slow walking women who manage to space themselves such that no one can possibly walk past them. I have rediscovered today that the likelihood of being stuck behind these slow walking women increases in direct proportion to one's need to reach the restroom. More, the women walk slower the closer they are to the restroom. Even worse, the women will turn at the restroom door and stand there, in the doorway, talking while taking such small steps ...
Some good news: my broken foot is healing quicker than the orthopod had expected. She barely sees the break now, whereas it HAD been snapped clean in half. And that big, honkin' deck screw in there? She says it can actually come out in a year or so, if it's bothering me. Some people feel it, some don't. We'll see how my activity level feels with it in. No use getting sliced open again for nothing. In the meantime, I'm off crutches, out of the air cast, and provided I occasionally elevate the leg ...