“I have to go to the bathroom again,” Trish announced, running towards the ladies room. “Go! Go!” Jerry commanded, holding the door open for her. He stood there with the door open for what seemed an eternity, and in that moment he thought of his family. Impatient at Trish’s delay, and now fearful for his own life, he yelled, “Trish, what are you doing?” “I have to wash my hands,” she answered. “Forget about your hands!” Jerry ordered. “Let’s get out of here!”
