Sunday, March 26, 2006
A Potty Tale
My Studly Hubby and I were on the way back from Iowa, and stopped off at the Top of Iowa rest stop (have you been there? It's a pretty neat-o big red barn). I went into the ladies' room and found myself face-to-face with a 12-year old boy. Alarmed I had gone into the wrong bathroom (this has happened before), I looked around to find two other women, so I breathed a sigh of relief. One of them instructed the boy in a motherly tone, so I assumed he must be with her. The boy went into a stall, and preceded to pee everywhere (as I found out when I went in there afterwards). He didn't lift up the lid of the toilet, he apparently didn't bother to aim, and definitely didn't clean up after all that. I walked in, walked right back out, and left the restroom a little stunned. Why does a 12-yr-old boy have to go into the ladies' room? And who never taught him to lift the lid, or aim for the toilet? This is an intriguing question. But I must tell you, I learned an important lesson today. I will always, forever after this, cover the toilet seat with toilet paper before I sit down. Maybe even in my own apartment. Because, you never know who might have been in there before you and where they think it's appropriate to pee.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
-
In my post below I mentioned that I bought a new sleeping bag this weekend. The sleeping bag that got replaced has become a legend among my ... -
I got together with some of my homegirls from the research lab today and went out into the community to teach junior high age girls about ho... -
Two reasons: 1) it will get me more hits on my blog 2) it is an interesting topic, and needs some attention So for those of you that are hop...
2 comments:
Maybe the kid had a mental or behavioral problem? Otherwise I don't think he should have been in the women's restroom. Even if he did have a problem I don't really think he should have been in there. Stuff like that weirds me out.
Just wait until you get to southern Europe and come face to face (as it were) with the Turkish toilet at the rest area on the sides of motorways. The Turkish toilet is a mere hole in the ground with a place either side for your feet. During our first visit, the boys came running back out holding their noses. I asked them what they thought they were going to do now and what, exactly were they planning to do in there, eat? They toughened up considerably after that and later scoffed at all the newbie tourists holding their noses. US public toilets are a dream by comparison, but I feel your rage for that rampant hose of a 12 year old. I blame the parents!
Post a Comment