The airplane was a CRJ200 50 passenger commuter aircraft. What this means is its small! The seats are 2x2 with an aisle down the middle and it has just one commode. As I said, I was not seated with the family. I was one row in front of them.
In the window seat next to me sat a slender woman which made plenty of room for me. She was buried in a book as I got situated.
I felt a hand from behind reach around and rub my shoulder. “It will be ok, honey”. She’s a good woman.
Unfortunately, her words of encouragement did little to snuff out the terror brewing inside of me. I was really missing those peyote buttons right then.
As the aircraft left the ground and headed skyward, I was up and out of the seat, headed to the tail where the bathroom awaited me.
I felt secure in the enclosed area. No windows to show me how high we are. I turned the little air thingy on me, splashed some water on my face, and settled in. I didn’t get sick. I was just secure in the enclosed area.
After my first divorce, I used to live in a shed out behind the Farm & Ranch store when it wasn’t full of inventory. It was small, but I always slept so well. There was a certain sense of security when I’d padlock the door shut, snuff out the candle and climb in bed. This bathroom sort of took me back to those days.
I’m not sure how long I was in there, but eventually there was a knock at the door followed by a “are you ok in there”? I replied I was fine and whoever it was apparently went away.
A while later the wife knocked and with a stern voice inquired as to what in the hell I was doing. I knew that voice. That voice required action. I opened the door to the latrine and found my wife looking up at me with a furrowed brow. I then looked beyond her and saw a line of people, apparently waiting to use the once occupied commode. I blushed.
I never even considered that someone else might need it. About this time a female voice came on telling us to take our seats and buckle up for our final approach into Denver, followed by a mournful groan from those in line.
We all took our designated seats, landed, and got off the plane. There was a lot of folks running past me as we departed. I assume these were the same people that were in the line.
I had survived the first segment from Boise to Denver and it went by pretty quickly for me too. I patted myself on the back, smiled, and led the family out in search of food.
HAHA About this time a female voice came on telling us to take our seats and buckle up for our final approach into Denver, followed by a mournful groan from those in line.What was thier problem you were on the descent?
It's hilarious because I usually dread going into the bathroom on the planes! I can't wait to see how you get through the next plane ride!
My DH hates those little planes too, maybe I should tell him your trick - I'll just pretend I don't know him as the line grows 
Can't wait to read more.
