Yesterday I took my son to a doctor’s appointment and of course on the way to the vehicle I had to find a restroom because my bladder is the size of a chickpea.
Walking down the hallway I saw a sign for “Restrooms” and practically danced my way into the room. Upon entering I noticed a urinal, however, I didn’t give a crap (no pun) about THAT as I made my way to the stall, doing a jig as I went.
WHY do I wait so darn long to find a restroom? Or maybe the question should be WHY do I drink gallons of coffee which makes me have to empty my bladder every twenty freaken minutes?
Anyhow, as I was hovering over the commode I heard the door open, someone come in but then leave again. My thoughts immediately went to Oh no did I enter a men’s room? Or is this one of those unisex restrooms? Then I thought I don’t care, it’s not like I’m a bathroom stalker who watches people pee.
Once my business was complete, I washed up then went to the door to leave. It was then that I saw a piece of paper hanging on the door that read LOCK THE DOOR SO OTHERS KNOW ROOM IS OCCUPIED. Oops.
Meeting my son in the hallway I said, “Guess what?”
“You should’ve locked the door.”
“How’d you know?”
“The guy that went in after you came right back out and said she should’ve locked the door.”
“Oh poo on him. It’s not like I get my jollies watching men pee. Besides the darn sign that said to lock the door was crinkled AND it was behind me when I entered. I didn’t see it until I was leaving.”
So, there you have it. My three and a half inch white pumps beneath the bathroom stall scared a man out of a restroom. I just hope HIS bladder has better storage capacity than mine and he was able to find a restroom that wasn’t inhabited by a woman who has a bladder the size of a chick pea who could also care less if it’s a unisex restroom or a men’s room!
Cuz when ya gotta go, ya gotta go!