The Land of the Giants

Greetings faithful readers...

I don't consider myself a large man. I'm not tall. I'm not overly wide (anymore). But the other day something happened to me to make me feel otherwise.

The place: Panda Express.
The event: a trip to the restroom.

After my wife and I enjoyed a low-point Chinese bounty...I had to....use the facilities. I glanced around the restaurant and quickly spied the familiar bathroom logos in the back. Excusing myself I walked to the bathroom door...and opened it. It was if I had been hit by a Giganto Ray. My feet were enormous and my hands looked like Mickey Mitts. I took two steps into this bathroom and realized that something was horribly distorted.

The toilets looked like doll-house furniture. The sink was so low to the ground I thought they were floor drains. The little dividing walls for the stalls looked like painted playing cards. For some reason this bathroom was built for the cast of "Somewhere Under the Rainbow" (imdb is your friend).

I had a choice to make. Wait...or try to navigate through Barbie's dream bathroom. I decided to stay. I won't bore you with the details...just suffice it to say that I dried my hands on towels about the size of postage stamps.

So if you are ever feeling small...or want to experience the world through the eyes of how Pastor Troy must see it...visit the Panda Express restroom. Xie xie!

BV